But Isis’ fair stream can ne’er be at peace
While the lasher at Iffley keeps moaning.
H. F. B.
College Rhymes, 1861. W. Mansell, Oxford.
How Three Fishers went Salering
Three mothers sat talking who lived at the west,
The west end—as that eldest son went down,
Each thought him the husband that she liked the best,
For the girl who had watched him all over the town,