170 AUTUMNS ON THE SPEY. 



A WISH. 



Oil, tell me, kind angels, why is it, 

 When hundreds of miles far away. 



That often in dreams I revisit 

 The banks of the glorious Spey ' 



King David once ruled on the Jordan, 

 On the Tiber bold C.esar had sway. 



But Cwsar was "nocht'' * to the (lordon, 

 And the Tiber a joke to the Spey. 



And the Amazon, Nile, and Euphrates, 



Are all very well in their way, 

 And the Shannon in land of " pitatees, " 



But none can compare with the Spey. 



Such fishing ! By Jupiter Ammon, 

 There's nothing like fishing, I say, 



And especially fishing for salmon 

 In the pools of the galloping Spey. 



Six weeks from the First of September 

 Ever pass like one beautiful day, 



'Tis a time I shall ever remember, 

 A paradise pass'd on the Spey. 



If I've any particular wish 



Since my hair has grown griz/.led and grey. 

 Why it is to be able to fish 



Kvery year till I die, in the Spey. 



* Nocht nihil. JAMIKSON s /)!rt!onari/ of tin SrotlMt Lm 

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