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THE DEVIL AN ANGLER WOULD BE. 



Now the devil he did a-fishing go, 



The devil he did, you know. 

 He baited his hook and slung it out, 

 And before very long he had a big trout, 



As big as a trout can grow. 



He took that trout that bit so spry, 



The devil he did, indeed. 

 With a smack of his lips and a wink of his eye, 

 He said to himself, "I'll have a good fry, 



And off his carcass feed." 



On the glittering coals that lusty chap — 

 All seasoned with salt and butter — 



Soon lay, with never a single flap, 

 But many a "sput" and sputter. 



The devil he did, he caught and fried 



That fish the self-same day ; 

 And if this is not true, why, somebody's lied — 



But the devil he did ! I say ! 



Now, all take a warning from this foolish trout- 

 Don't bite too easy when the devil's about ; 

 He'll pull you in as sure as you do, 

 And he'll fix you up for a barbecue. 

 This is the end, and this is the fate, 

 • Of all who bite at the devil's bait. 



25SS 



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