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I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the ways	A
Which people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase	A
The grassy fields the leafy woods the banks where I can lie	B
And listen to the music of the brook that flutters by	B
Or by the pond out yonder hear the redwing blackbird's call	C
Where he makes believe he has a nest but hasn't one at all	C
And by my side should be a friend a trusty genial friend	D
With plenteous store of tales galore and natural leaf to lend	D
Oh how I pine and hanker for the gracious boon of spring	E
For then I'm going a fishing with John Lyle King	E
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How like to pigmies will appear creation as we float	F
Upon the bosom of the tide in a three by thirteen boat	F
Forgotten all vexations and all vanities shall be	G
As we cast our cares to windward and our anchor to the lee	G
Anon the minnow bucket will emit batrachian sobs	H
And the devil's darning needles shall come wooing of our bobs	H
The sun shall kiss our noses and the breezes toss our hair	I
This latter metaphoric we've no fimbriae to spare	I
And I transported by the bliss shan't do a plaguey thing	E
But cut the bait and string the fish for John Lyle King	E
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Or if I angle it will be for bullheads and the like	J
While he shall fish for gamey bass for pickerel and for pike	J
I really do not care a rap for all the fish that swim	K
But it's worth the wealth of Indies just to be along with him	K
In grassy fields in leafy woods beside the water brooks	H
And hear him tell of things he's seen or read of in his books	H
To hear the sweet philosophy that trickles in and out	L
The while he is discoursing of the things we talk about	L
A fountain head refreshing a clear perennial spring	E
Is the genial conversation of John Lyle King	E
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Should varying winds or shifting tides redound to our despite	M
In other words should we return all bootless home at night	M
I'd back him up in anything he had a mind to say	H
Of mighty bass he'd left behind or lost upon the way	H
I'd nod assent to every yarn involving piscine game	N
I'd cross my heart and make my affidavit to the same	N
For what is friendship but a scheme to help a fellow out	L
And what a paltry fish or two to make such bones about	L
Nay Sentiment a mantle of sweet charity would fling	E
O'er perjuries committed for John Lyle King	E
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At night when as the camp fire cast a ruddy genial flame	N
He'd bring his tuneful fiddle out and play upon the same	N
No diabolic engine this no instrument of sin	O
No relative at all to that lewd toy the violin	O
But a godly hoosier fiddle a quaint archaic thing	E
Full of all the proper melodies our grandmas used to sing	E
With Bonnie Doon and Nellie Gray and Sitting on the Stile	P
The Heart Bowed Down the White Cockade and Charming Annie Lisle	Q
Our hearts would echo and the sombre empyrean ring	E
Beneath the wizard sorcery of John Lyle King	E
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The subsequent proceedings should interest me no more	R
Wrapped in a woolen blanket should I calmly dream and snore	R
The finny game that swims by day is my supreme delight	M
And not the scaly game that flies in darkness of the night	M
Let those who are so minded pursue this latter game	N
But not repine if they should lose a boodle in the same	N
For an example to you all one paragon should serve	S
He towers a very monument to valor and to nerve	S
No bob tail flush no nine spot high no measly pair can wring	E
A groan of desperation from John Lyle King	E
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A truce to badinage I hope far distant is the day	H
When from these scenes terrestrial our friend shall pass away	H
We like to hear his cheery voice uplifted in the land	T
To see his calm benignant face to grasp his honest hand	T
We like him for his learning his sincerity his truth	U
His gallantry to woman and his kindliness to youth	U
For the lenience of his nature for the vigor of his mind	V
For the fulness of that charity he bears to all mankind	V
That's why we folks who know him best so reverently cling	E
And that is why I pen these lines to John Lyle King	E
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And now adieu a fond adieu to thee O muse of rhyme	W
I do remand thee to the shades until that happier time	W
When fields are green and posies gay are budding everywhere	I
And there's a smell of clover bloom upon the vernal air	I
When by the pond out yonder the redwing blackbird calls	H
And distant hills are wed to Spring in veils of water falls	H
When from his aqueous element the famished pickerel springs	H
Two hundred feet into the air for butterflies and things	H
Then come again O gracious muse and teach me how to sing	E
The glory of a fishing cruise with John Lyle King	E

Eugene Field

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