Wants To Fish

All he wants to do is fish

     All the livelong day;

Settin’ on the mussy bank

     Where the shadders play.

Dozin’ in the afternoon

     When the fish don’t bite;

Takin’ home a slender string

     Jest afore the night.

All he wants to do is fish

     When the crick is froze;

Spearin’ through the ice fur eels,

     Wrapped in winter clothes.

Warms his fingers by the blaze

     When the breezes bite

Drawin’ home a sled uv eels

     Jest afore the night.

All he want to do is fish

     All the year around;

Somewhere up or down the crick

     Ev’ry day he’s found.

And he’s wond’rin’ by an’ by

     Ef he’ll git his wish,

Thet ol’ Jordon will provide

     Him a place to fish.

June 2, 1913