Fishin By An By

The earth is growin greener,

An the air is growin cleaner,

They’s a sort uv happy twinkle in the dimples uv the sky;

                Evrybody’s steppin lightly,

                Every eye is shiningbrightly,

Cuz we’re all a-goin fishin by an by.

                Down the brook the birds er singin,

                On the hills the cow-bells ringin,

In the fiels the plows er cutting through the sod so bare an dry;

                In the house the women’s churnin,

                At the skule the boys er learnin,

An everyone is hoppy fur the fishin by an by.

                       A-fishin by an by,

                       With an angle worm an fly’

                We are much obleeged tur nature,

                She’s a bloomin’ sweet pertater,

Cuz she lets us go a fishin by an by.

April 10, ‘95

Pub. in

Boston Courier

   April 21,

       1895