Jolly fishing?
This way, sir!
Let me teach you.
Oh come, forget your foes and fears, and leave your cares behind,
And wander forth to try your luck, with cheerful, quiet mind;
For be your fortune great or small, you’ll take what God may give,
And all the day your heart will say, “ ’Tis luck enough to live.”
This is the song the Brown Thrush flings
Out of his thicket of roses;
Hark how it warbles and rings,