The Cold Water Man: by, John G Saxe 1860

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    The Cold Water Man


    It was an honest fisherman,
    I knew him passing well,—
    And he lived by a little pond,
    Within a little dell.


    A grave and quiet man was he,
    Who loved his hook and rod,—
    So even ran his line of life,
    His neighbors thought it odd.


    For science and for books, he said
    He never had a wish, —
    No school to him was worth a fig,
    Except a school of fish.


    He ne'er aspired to rank or wealth,
    Nor cared about a name, —
    For though much famed for fish was he,
    He never fished for fame.


    Let others bend their necks at sight
    Of Fashion's gilded wheels,
    He ne'er had learned the art to " bob "
    For anything but eels.


    A cunning fisherman was he,
    His angles all were right;
    The smallest nibble at his bait
    Was sure to prove "a bite."


    All day this fisherman would sit
    Upon an ancient log,
    And gaze into the water, like
    Some sedentary frog;


    With all the seeming innocence,
    And that unconscious look,
    That other people often wear
    When they intend to "hook."


    To charm the fish he never spoke,—
    Although his voice was fine,
    He found the most convenient way
    Was just to drop a line.


    And many a gudgeon of the pond,
    If they could speak to-day,
    Would own, with grief, this angler had
    A mighty taking way.



    Alas ! one day this fisherman
    Had taken too much grog,
    And being but a landsman, too,
    He couldn't keep the log.

    'Twas all in vain with might and main
    He strove to reach the shore ;
    Down — down he went, to feed the fish
    He'd baited oft before.

    The jury gave their verdict that
    'Twas nothing else but gin
    Had caused the fisherman to be
    So sadly taken in ;


    Though one stood out upon a whim,
    And said the angler's slaughter,
    To be exact about the fact,
    Was, clearly, gin-and-water !


    The moral of this mournful tale,
    To all is plain and clear, —
    That drinking habits bring a man
    Too often to his bier ;


    And he who scorns to " take the pledge,"
    And keep the promise fast,
    May be, in spite of fate, a stiff
    Cold-water man at last !


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