I
know the boys are fishin’
On “Lizzard Crick” today;
It
makes me fall to wishin’
That I was fur away,
Away
from town an’ hurry
Where people are so thick;
Away
from work an’ worry
A-fishin’ on the “Crick”.
I
know the fish are bitin’
On “Lizzard Crick” today;
The
weather is invitin’,
The hills are soft an’ gray.
The
air has got a feelin’
That pick’rel fishers know,
An’
through my soul comes stealin’
A hankerin’ to go.
The
campfire’s bright an’ snappy
Upon ol’ “Lizzard’s” shore;
The
boys are warm an’ happy
While spinnin’ yarns galore.
It
makes me fall to wishin’
That I my work could shelf,
An’
go off down there fishin’,
An’ spin a yarn myself.
Jan.
14, ‘10
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