122 TWO DAYS FLY-IISHING 



With our flics and our skill, our panniers we'll fill, 

 And friendship shall feast on the spoils that we kill, 

 SLng, tc. 



March brown, and oak-fly, and green grannam we'll try, 

 With the caperer, coachman and cowlady fly, 

 The red hackl'd palmer, and gnats dun and blue I 

 Art and nature shall smile as our sports we pursue ! 

 Sing, 8cc. 



' Look Hal ! there'a a thumper he's mine for a bumper I 

 ' Look Jack here's another good luck what a jumper 1 

 ' Our panniers are filling, and still we are killing 

 ' Oh ! we are the lads that are able and willing !' 

 Sing, &c. 



Hold ! let us give o'er, see ! we've kill'd a good store, 

 Not Izaac or Charley would ever do more ! 

 Give the tribes of old Test, a day or two's rest, 

 And us a good song, and a cup of the best. 

 Sing, &c. 



Fill high to the joys of the rod, line and hook ! 

 Good luck to each brother, by river or brook ! 

 May he fish all his life, without trouble or strife, 

 And ne'er want a bottle, a friend, or a wife t 1 

 Sing, &c. 



The two first of these wishes we enjoyed toge- 

 ther at our snug little inn, in addition to the fish 

 we had caught, and our landlady's roasted chickens. 

 We talked over our morning's amusement, and 

 adjourned towards the evening to the banks of the 

 river, accompanied by our attendant, who had been 

 regaling himself in his usual situation in the chim- 

 ney corner. I delight in the tranquillity of a walk 

 by the side of a beautiful stream in the stillness of 

 an evening. The song of birds has ceased with the 



