2/o AN ANGLER'S RAMBLES 



THE LAIRD'S CAST. 



FAST, fast, we have him fast 



A prime one by the gleam ! 

 In the auld Laird's shadowy cast 



Above the Elshie stream : 

 'Tis a salmon plump and strong, 



Newly run from the flowing brine 

 Newly run, newly run a right thundering one 

 Tell him line ! 



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Away, he darts away 



Across the gleaming Tweed ; 

 Nor art nor arm can stay 



The glorious creature's speed : 

 From our reel the swift line flies, 



As he feels the galling scar, 



And in vain, all in vain, shakes his length'ning chain 

 From afar ! 



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To shore, slow draw to shore ; 



The light boat edges in, 

 While moves the cautious oar, 



Like some sea-prowler's fin, 

 In the creeks of an Indian isle ; 



Now the flowery bank we 've gain'd, 

 And in hand, firm in hand, with our labouring wand 

 Hold him chain'd. 



