I'm a fisherman bold,
And I don't mind the cold,
Nor care about getting wet through!
I don't mind the rain,
Or rheumatical pain,
Or even the tic-douloureux!
I'm a fisherman damp,
Though I suffer from cramp,
Let weather be foul or be fine,
From morning till night
Will I wait for a bite,
And never see cause to repine!
I'm a fisherman glad,
And I never am sad;
I care not to shoot or to hunt;
I would be quite content
If my whole life were spent
From morning to night in a punt!
I'm a fisherman brave,
And I carol a stave
In praise of the rod and the line!
From the bank, or a boat,
Will I gaze on my float--
What life is so happy as mine?
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[Illustration: _Big Scotchman._ "Confound these midges!"
_Little Cockney._ "Why, they 'aven't touched me!"
_Big Scotchman._ "Maybe they have na noticed ye yet!"]
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THE GREATEST ANGLE OF ELEVATION.--Fishing off the top of Shakespeare's
Cliff.
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