224 MORALS, MANNERS, ETC. 



Ye learned professions ! now come to my aid, 

 My rod is both taper and light who's afraid ? 

 My lines can't offend whilst I pledge in a brimmer. 

 To make no unsportsman-like use of a trimmer ! 



Berry down, &c. &c. 



Most parsons are anglers for tithes we shall find, 

 If you pay but in wrath yet they take it as kind ! 

 Yet still to return to right angles again, 

 I own that they're excellent ? fishers of men!' 



Derry down, &c. &c. 



The lawyer's an angler for roach, dace, and gudgeon ! 

 They'll e'en hook themselves, while he sits without budging j 

 But please to note well ! in the midst of his revel, 

 You may catch him, in turn, if you spin with a devil \ 



Derry down, &c. &c. 



The doctor's an angler that oft shifts his quarters, 

 And destin'd, in truth, to frequent troubled waters ; 

 Yet he makes his own floats with a magical quill, 

 That brings up the little gold-fishes at will ! 



Derry down, &c. &c. 



Thus each one finds some rare cunning bait of his own, 

 And the whole art can never be perfectly known ; 

 As each beau, in his way, to look killing will try, 

 .And each lass, if she likes, has a hook in her eye \ 



Derry down, &c. &c. 



Now to wind up my reel, making nobody winch, 

 And just have a fling, but not whip to an inch. 

 Some truth into rhyme I've endeavour'd to throw ; 

 Leaving more of an archer to draw the long bow. 



Derry down, &c. &c. 



