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wards of seventeen pounds. It appears to have been a coarsely 

 formed fish, but differs both in shape and external markings from 

 the tyrant trout of Loch Shin. Loch Awe, I may state, was 

 a favourite resort of Christopher North, and formed, along with 

 the Dochart, one of the closing scenes of his angling career. 



TROLLING SONG. 



i. 

 Let us go a-trolling, boys ! 



A-trolling we shall go ; 

 Now the showers are falling, boys, 

 Now the south winds blow ; 

 Where the trout 

 Prowl about, 

 Steadily, steadily let us row. 



ii. 

 See, the waves are dancing, boys ! 



Around the mermaid isle ; 

 Many a fin is glancing, boys, 

 Oh ! weary runs the while, 

 Till we speed, 

 All agreed 

 To troll, to troll the glittering guile. 



in. 

 On the surface ranging, boys, 



We '11 beat from bay to bay ; 

 Lure and water changing, boys ; 

 It is the angler's way, 

 So we '11 troll, 

 One and all, 

 And cheerily, cheerily pass the day. 



