Out sunfish from daylight till
Dewfall—’fore he’d leave “The Drift”
And give us a chance—and then
Kindo’ fish back home again,
Ketchin’ ’em jes left and right
Where we hadn’t got “a bite”!
Er, ’way windin’ out and in,—
Old path th’ough the iurnweeds
And dog-fennel to yer chin—
Then come suddent, th’ough the reeds