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Here's success to the tactics of each worthy brother, 

 May all the whole world pull up something or other : 

 Sweet-hearts to fair maidens ! and may the dolt swing, 

 That won't seem alive to the pleasures of Spring. 



Derry down, &c. &c. 



J. M." 



" THE JOLLY FISHERMAN. 

 I am a jolly fisherman, 



I catch what I can get, 

 Still going on my betters' plan, 



All fish that comes to net. 

 Fish just like men, I've often caught, 



Crabs, gudgeons, poor John, codfish, 

 A many time to market brought, 



A dev'lish sight of odd fish. 

 Thus all are fishermen thro' life, 



With wary pains and labour, 

 This baits with gold, and that a wife, 



And all to catch his neighbour." 



Chorus. 

 Then praise the jolly fisherman, 



Who takes what he can get, 

 StiU going on his betters' plan, 



All's fish that comes to net. 



The pike, to catch the little fly, 



Extends his greedy jaw, 

 For all the world, as you and I, 



Have seen our man of law. 

 He who to laziness devotes, 



His time is sure a numb fish, 

 And members who give silent votes, 



May fairly be call'd dumb fish. 



