Show Til 12 COLi It MAX MAN A It was uns an honest fisherman I knew him passing well welt And he lie lived b by a little pon pond Within a little dell A grave and quiet man was h he Who ho loved 10 his hook and rod So even n ran Ion hl his line of oC life Ills neighbors thought It odd mId I For or science and for Cor 1 books ho he said JI He lie never had bad a wish No school to him was worth a 11 fl fit fig Except a n school o of fish In short hOIt this h honest l. l t fisherman All other tolls lolls forsook And no va vagrant man was he Hu lie lived h by hook and crook lie He neer ne'er aspired to rank or wraith wealth Nor cared about a name numo For Por though much famed anted for fOI fish W was S. S h iii heHe he- he lIe He never fished for fam fame To charm The he fish he lie never n spoke 5 Although his voice was fine I lie Ie found U the most convenient WA way Was as as just to drop droll a fi line lino And man many a gudgeon on o of the pond If IC made to speak today Would own with grief time Hie angler had hadA A mighty might taking way One da day while fishing on a n log loJ He Ill mourned his want of oC luck When Ihen suddenly he fell pit a bite And jerking caught J Jerking caught a duck Alas that list lla day this fisherman Had lied taken too much grog groh And l being hut but a u landsman too lie He couldn't keep th the log T as all In vain with might and malt main I II He lie strove to reach th the shore Down down he went to feed ll d the fish Hod hed bait batted balled I oft olL before The Jur Jury gave gove their verdict that nothing else but hut gin That the fisherman to be beSo beSo beSo So sadly taken In V J h Though on one stood out upon a whim And said the anglers angler's slaughter slaughter- To 10 be bl exact about th the fact fact fact- Was iVas a clearly and gum tl The moral of this mournful tale talc To all nil Is plain anti and clear clear- That drinking habits 1 bring a man Too often to 10 his bis liter bier And nd be lie 11 who scorn to take tal the time PI pledge dg And keep koep the tun promise fast tiny Iny b be In lea spite 0 of fate Catl a n stiff I water Cold man at last John G G. G Saxe 1 |