Attend wives and widows, and daughters, dear creatures,
To hear of a fish caught off Anglesea Isle,
Be silent, compose all your muscles and features,
Friends and neighbours around who love time to beguile;
Saint Peter took most sorts of fish in his net, sir,
Like so many hooks were his fingers and toes,
But Peter ne’er caught, I wou’d lay any bet, sir,
A fish with one eye, bushy tail, and red nose.
This fish lately found, from the top to the bottom,
Of inches, then measur’d a full half a score,