l6o AhtXANDtR WII.SON: POET-NATURALIST 



Yo ho, my hearts ! let's seek the deep, 

 Ply every oar, and cheerly wish her. 

 Still as the bending net we sweep, 



''God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher!" 



She rears her young on yonder tree, 



She leaves her faithful mate to mind 'em ; 

 Like us, for fish she sails the sea. 



And, plunging, shows us where to find 'em. 

 Yo ho, my hearts ! let's seek the deep. 



Ply every oar, and cheerly wish her, 

 While slow the bending net we sweep, 



**God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher!" 



