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FALCO iialia:tus. 
Soon as the sun, great ruler of tlie year, 
Beu<ls to our northern dimes his bright career. 
And from tlie caves of ocean calls from sleep ^ 
The finny shoals and myriads of the deep ; 
will'll freraing teraiicists back to firccnlaiiil ride, 
And (lay and night the eijiial hours divide * 
'I rue to the season, o’er our sea-heat shore,^ 
The sailing osprey high is seen to soar, 
With Iiroad umuoving wing; and, circling slow, 
Hlarks each loose straggler in the deep helow ; 
Sweeps down like liglituing ! plunges with a’roar ! 
And hears his struggling victim to the shore. 
The long-housed fisherman beholds with joy 
The well known signals of his rough employ • 
And, as he hears his nets and oars idong, ’ 
Thus hails the welcome season with a song : 
THE FISHEMIAN’S HYJIN. 
The osprey sails above the sound. 
The geese are gone, the gulls are flying ; 
The herring shoals swarm thiek arouiid. 
The nets are laimeli’d, the boats are rilying ■ 
Yo ho, inv hearts ! let ’s seek the deep ° ’ 
Haise Idgh the song, and cheetlv wish her, 
btiU u» the tending net \re sweeii' 
“ God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher ! ” 
She brings us fish_she brings ns spring. 
Good tunes fair weati.er, warmfll, and plenty, 
line store ot shad, trout, liemn^r, 
Sheejishead and drum, and oldlwives’ dainty 
Yo ho, my hearts ! let ’a seek the deep, 
Ply every oar, and clieerly wish her. 
Still as the bending net we sweep, 
“ God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher ' ” 
She rears her young on yonder tree. 
She leaves her faithful mate to mind ’em • 
Like us, for fish, she sails to sea, * 
And, plunging, shews us where to find ’em. 
Yo ho, my hearts ! let ’s seek the ileep. 
Ply every oar, and eheerly wish her 
While the slow bending net we sweep, 
“ God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher ! ” 
