Now
doth the would-be fisherman
Begin his yearly wishing;
While
night and day we hear him say
He’d like to go a-fishing.
At
night he looks his tackle o’er,
Caresses reel and rod;
Then
lays them by, and with a sigh
Goes out and buys a cod.
March
17, ‘94
Pu.
in B.
Courier,
Apr. 1, ‘94
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