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Then hurrah for the rod and the spear ! 



Hurrah for the zest of my song ! 

 Hurrah for all those, who, where'er the rill flows, 



Are spearing and angling along ! 



Here 's a cheer for the charms of the stream ! 



A cheer for a glorious burst ! 

 And who would n't cheer, when the bold throw the spear, 



For the fearless are always the first. 

 There are some ever in the right place ; 



There are some who just fuddle and sot ; 

 There are many who love every danger to face, 

 And many, I swear, who do not ! 



Then hurrah for the rod and the spear ! 



Hurrah for the zest of my song ! 

 Hurrah for all those, who, where'er the rill flows, 

 Are spearing and angling along ! 



There 's a joy when the fish makes his rush, 



There 's a joy when the monster first bleeds ; 

 There 's a joy, though to-day has now glided away, 



For to-morrow shall double our deeds ; 

 Here 's a sigh for the anglers afar, 



A welcome to those who are here ; 

 A health to the whole, who, in spirit and soul, 

 Are friends to the rod and the spear ! 

 Then hurrah for the rod and the spear ! 



Hurrah for a jovial song ! 



Hurrah for all those, who, where'er the rill flows, 

 Are spearing and angling along ! 



The rivers of CHESHIRE afford good sport. 

 The Dee in particular is a favourite, both for 

 salmon and trout. Its higher waters belong, 

 however, to Denbigh and Flint shires. 



The Wever runs through the chief districts 



