But though the morn broke, so bright and so clear,
Ne’er a one of those three a fish did take.
For though a South wind the trout likes best,
It’s sure to be North, or East, or West,
To set the angler groaning.
Three anglers got down from Sunbury Weir,
Where they had been fishing from break of day;
Yet though their bag from trout was clear,
A fourteen-pounder they’d seen at play.
For though a cold wind the trout likes least,