A Ballad of Angling.
I have angled, 'raid kisses and laughtei (In dreams), with some nymphs and a god Off the Foitunate Islands ; and after Bich spoils have come home to my rod. But the chicf —in this kind —of my pleasures Is to sit down to tea with Fifine, And to sound her deep eyes for their treasures Whilst speaiing the hapless sardine I have snared the blythe lkan tinggni, Where the tides rush pell-mell through the Straits; And the sprat and the shark and the weaiy Old mahseer have bolted my baits. But the best —in this kind —of my blisses Is to nestle close, close to my Queen, And spice conversation with kisses Whilst spearing the hapless sardine. I have hooked conger eels in the Derwent At night till my fingers were blue ; And once, when the weather was fair, went To Cloudy for trumpeter, too. But the cream of this sport adventitious Is to smuggle, secluded, serene, To my darling (whose figure's delicious), Whilst spearing the hapless sardine !
—Frank Morton.
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Free Lance, Volume III, Issue 130, 27 December 1902, Page 22
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174A Ballad of Angling. Free Lance, Volume III, Issue 130, 27 December 1902, Page 22
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