Smyrna times., 1857-03-11
Criminal 40em.
p Written for the Smyrns Times.
The old Fishe m an.

ft.fa1 49,
PerAnps, I'd tarried over late
Along with comrades dear;
Perhaps. I'd drank glass too much
.., OF good, old lager-beer.
But, let the fact be what it may,
ri not commit myself,
Lest temp'ra rance folks, in this our day,
Should lay me on the SHELF
Kersouse went mid splatter-docks
d, Up to my knees in mire,
But, IIarry,-tell it not in town.
The water came much higher!
When out I'd crawled upon the bank
IquickIy fell to wishing;
4 wish'd had rod and line
Like that old chap there fishing.
A Waltonite am I for that,
And faith, I'll mark the spot;
His cork kept bobbing up and down
-~' Like dumpings in pot.
I'll see, TOO, what IS on his hook,
If here all night wait,-
III learn, foe one. his slight-o'- hand,
Aud know his kind of bait.
. Al last, be folded up his line
And from the lower bob
A dollar took, and in trice,
He slipp'd it in his fob.
IIah hah! the secrets out at last.
thought I'd learn your cue;
You hook us mortals with that bait,
And little fishes, too.
I'll now describe him as he sat
Bestrde drifting log:
mark'd him we'll though all around
Enveloped in a fog.
Upon his head broad brim hat,
And it was badly torn;
For upright through th- crown there came
A long and pointed horn.
His vest was once the a Ia mode,
A fashionable buff;
Bat, here and there l plainly saw
What then thought was snuff.
At least, it was the liquoring
Of the " Virginny weed
That wraught that vest once beautiful
That vile and dirty deed.
i, lis coat was black as ravens wing,
r,-aHis breeches they were blue;
2 = An eye-let hole was work'd behind,
To let his tail pass through.
s, His feet were hid beneath the tide,
Or, Hal, should, no doubt,
Have seen his famous cloven-foot
We've heard so much about.
Id love to see that same, would
A fact SO often mooted;
Some say he is, some swear he's NOT,
Like oren, cloyen- footed.
saw his tail. sea-serpcnt like,
Upon the water float;
And wo-betide the gallaniPper
That dar'd invade his coat!
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No sooner did the old man hear
Their eve.-hated hum,
), Than quick they got (and serv'd them right
What Paddy gGue the drum.
Whiz! at enee went round his tail,
Like David's pebble-stone:
And hundreds went, Goliah-like,
49,. Where +" Uncle Ned is gone."
Up to the rack boldly stood,
III saI ueSer lack'd for pluck;
II say. old Horney, are you now,
AS ever, still in luck!
Bot, ere he deigned to make reply,
lie scratch'd his ebon pate
L I've caught, he said at last, and laughed
.-a) One of the men you hate!
Kind fishermen, whoe'er thou art,
For that accept my thanks;
But, tell me, sir, which OF the twain,
,ho' The big or lille shanksa
I've got the big one fast and sure.
-. Ard that's enough for me;
For yoa, your notes may freely go
Un-Shylock-ed per Sc.
But when the moon her horn has 6ll'd,
=, To please friend like you,
I'll tob for eels,-for, then, I know,
I'll get the other, tool!
Just then falling meteor shot,
And, as it by me sped,
Its lurid light fell full upon
His black and woolly head.
raisid my eyes its course to mark D.
And see which way it went
Athwart the far-off horizon,
In mute astonishment. =
And when Ilook'd. with all my eyes. !,
Where last saw him sit,
Why, dang the thing was there at all
Bsi my o,cn tabby Kit!
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