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lirik lagu ghizela rowe - charles cotton - the angler's ballad

away to the brook
all your tackle out look
here’s a day that is worth a year’s wishing;
see that all things be right
for ’tis a very spite
to want tools when a man goes a~fishing

your rod with tops two
for the same will not do
if your manner of angling you vary
and full will you may think
if you troll with a pink
one too weak will be apt to miscarry

then basket, neat made
by a master in’s trade
in a belt at your shoulders must dangle;
for none e’er was so vain
to wear this to disdain
who a true brother was of the angle

next, pouch must not fail
stuff’d as full as a mail
with wax, crewels, silks, hair, furs and feathers
to make several flies
for the several skies
that shall k!ll in despite of all weathers
the boxes and books
for your lines and your hooks
and, though not for strict need notwithstanding
your scissors, and your hone
to adjust your points on
with a net to be sure for your landing

all these things being on
’tis high time we were gone
down, and upward, that all may have pleasure;
till, here meeting at night
we shall have the delight
to discourse of our fortunes at leisure

the day’s not too bright
and the wind hits us right
and all nature does seem to invite us;
we have all things at will
for to second our sk!ll
as they all did conspire to delight us

or stream now, or still
a large pannier will fill
trout and grayling to rise are so willing;
i dare venture to say
’twill be a bl~~dy day
and we all shall be weary of k!lling
away then, away
we lose sport by delay
but first leave all our sorrows behind us;
if misfortune do come
we are all gone from home
and a~fishing she never can find us

the angler is free
from the cares that degree
finds itself with so often tormented;
and though we should slay
each a hundred to~day
’tis a slaughter needs ne’er be repented

and though we display
all our arts to betray
what were made for man’s pleasure and diet;
yet both princes and states
may, for all our quaint baits
rule themselves and their people in quiet

we scratch not our pates
nor repine at the rates
our superiors impose on our living;
but do frankly submit
knowing they have more wit
in demanding, than we have in giving
whilst quiet we sit
we conclude all things fit
acquiescing with hearty submission;
for, though simple, we know
the soft murmurs will grow
at the last into down~right sedition

we care not who says
and intends it dispraise
that an angler t’a fool is next neighbour;
let him prate, what care we
we’re as honest as he
and so let him take that for his labour

we covet no wealth
but the blessing of health
and that greater good conscience within;
such devotion we bring
to our god and our king
that from either no offers can win

whilst we sit and fish
we do pray as we wish
for long life to our king james the second;
honest anglers then may
or they’ve very foul play
with the best of good subjects be reckon’d

- lirik lagu ghizela rowe

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