17 J LONDON ANGLER'S BOOK, 



The tired Anglers turned away, 

 The tiresome way to drag on, 



For their only chance to ride that way, 

 Was, from Kingston by the waggon. 



3. 



The night was dark, on came a shower, 



Their fish did them encumber, 

 They watched the mile stones thro' the hour, 



To ascertain their number ; 

 At length they heard the tinkling bells, 



And voices that were cheering, 

 For they were near to Seton Wells,* 



The lanthorns were appearing. 



4. 



Now very soon a bargain made, 



The waggoner was willing, 

 That they to town should be conveyed, 



And only charged two shillings ; 

 He tied their hats up with a cord, 



And if not quite so still, oh ! 

 They slept as sound as any lord, 



Upon his downy pillow. 



5. 



Tired as they were, no doubt they'd snore, 

 Just then the man said, ' Masters, 



Setbiton Weil?, near Kingston. 



