FISH HAWK, OR OSPREY. 
Sweeps down like lightning ! plunges with a roar ! 
And bears his struggling victim to the shore. 
The long-housed fisherman beholds with joy, 
The well known signals of his rough employ ; 
And, as he bears his nets and oars along, 
Thus hails the welcome season with a song : — 
THE FISHERMAN’S HYMN. 
The Osprey sails above the sound, 
The geese are gone, the gulls are flying ; 
The herring shoals swarm thick around, 
The nets are lanch’d, the boats are plying ; 
Yo, ho, my hearts ! let ’s seek the deep, 
Raise high the song, and cheerly wish her, 
Still as the bending net we sweep, 
“ God bless the Fish Hawk and the fisher 
She brings us fish — she brings us spring, 
Good times, fair weather, warmth, and plenty, 
Fine store of shad, trout, herring, ling, 
Sheepshead and drum, and old-wives dainty. 
Yo, ho, my hearts ! let’s seek the deep, 
Ply every oar, and cheerly 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 deep, 
Ply every oar, and cheerly wish her, 
While the slow bending net we sweep, 
“ God bless the Fish Hawk and the fisher 
