That day half-a-gale blew up from the East,
To set those anglers groaning.
They tried that old trout at Sunbury Weir,
With a choice selection of baits, so fine;
But although that fish was devoid of fear,
With that cold East wind he declined to dine.
So away they sped from Sunbury Weir,
And out came the trout when the coast was clear,
And gobbled the bleaks “in the gloamin’.”
Otter.