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No. 1 — SONG (Piscatore)
| Piscatore. | The fisherman, at the break of day, Merrily starts upon his way; Cheerfully, too, he digs for worms, Laughing, ha! ha! as the captive squirms; Thoughtfully, doubtfully, bends his eyes On the dark, uncertain skies; Then on he hastens, lest the spot Some earlier rival may have got. Fisherman, fisherman, go thy way,The fisherman, at close of day, Finding the fish don't come his way, Arises; his steps are homeward bent: He has had a bite, and he feels content! He meets a lad with a perch and a roach, And he joyfully hails that lad's approach, And soon those pretty purchased fish Are laid on his wife's expectant dishe! Fisherman, fisherman, go thy way, |
(Casts his line, then settles back
with a contented . . . sigh.)
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