Historical & Legendary Ballads & Songs By Walter Thornbury. Illustrated by J. Whistler, F. Walker, John Tenniel, J. D. Watson, W. Small, F. Sandys, G. J. Pinwell, T. Morten, M. J. Lawless, and many others |
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The Angler's Song.
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The Angler's Song.
Where the bulrush bows and bobs—
Bob, Bob,
By the spongy osier-bed;
Where the rushes are brown-red;
Where the willows bend and weep;
Where the fat carps snort and sleep;
Where the otters rob;
Bob, Bob,
By the spongy osier-bed;
Where the rushes are brown-red;
Where the willows bend and weep;
Where the fat carps snort and sleep;
Where the otters rob;
Patient waiting for the float—
For the float,
All vermilion, round, and swimming
Where the deepest tide is brimming;
Where the dragon-fly is skimming;
Where the water-lily's swimming
Round my flopping boat—
For the float,
All vermilion, round, and swimming
Where the deepest tide is brimming;
Where the dragon-fly is skimming;
Where the water-lily's swimming
Round my flopping boat—
There I watch the bobbing float—
Bobbing float;
Where the sallow fawn is drinking;
Where the swallow sets me thinking;
Where the water's clear and blue,
And the gravel shineth through,
Round my shallow boat.
Bobbing float;
Where the sallow fawn is drinking;
Where the swallow sets me thinking;
Where the water's clear and blue,
And the gravel shineth through,
Round my shallow boat.
Where the rushes move and stir;
Where the pigeon's in the fir,
Where its brooding mother's song
Murmurs love the whole day long,
All above the branching oaks,
'Neath which the water-lily soaks—
I bob, bob, bob—
Bob, bob, bob,
Like Job, not caring for jokes.
Where the pigeon's in the fir,
Where its brooding mother's song
Murmurs love the whole day long,
All above the branching oaks,
'Neath which the water-lily soaks—
I bob, bob, bob—
Bob, bob, bob,
Like Job, not caring for jokes.
Where my red float down the stream
Poises o'er the ponderous beam;
Where the perche's thorny fin
Pricks the sullen otter's skin,
And the bars upon his back
Show the zebra gold and black;
Where above the bosoming dell
Stands the buck, to snort and “bell”—
I bob, bob, bob—
Bob, bob, bob,
Passing my time so happy and well.
Poises o'er the ponderous beam;
Where the perche's thorny fin
Pricks the sullen otter's skin,
And the bars upon his back
Show the zebra gold and black;
Where above the bosoming dell
Stands the buck, to snort and “bell”—
I bob, bob, bob—
Bob, bob, bob,
Passing my time so happy and well.
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