The anglers' song

Man's life is but vain, for 'tis subject to pain

And sorrow, and short as a bubble;

Tis a hodg podg of business, and money and care,

And care and money, and trouble.

But we'll take no care when the weather proves fair,

Nor will we vex now though it rain;

We'll banish all Sorrow, and sing till tomorrow,

And angle and angle again.