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The Ingoldsby Lyrics

By Thomas Ingoldsby [i.e. R. H. Barham]
Ingoldsby, Thomas (1788-1845)

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The Irish Fisherman.

I sat by the side of a murmuring brook,
As sad as sad mote be;
In my hand were a rod and a line and a hook,
And a newspaper on my knee.
Of Carlow the sad and sorrowful tale
I conn'd with curious eye,
When a sunlight beam displayed in the stream
A speckled trout sailing by.
But I laid down the rod, and I said to the fish,
How all the world would grin,
If in trying, small trout, to pull you out,
You should happen to pull me in!
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