The echoing bridge you here may see...

The echoing bridge you here may see,

The pouring lynn, the waving tree,

The eager angler fresh from town -

Above, the contumelious clown.

The angler plies his line and rod,

The clodpole stands with many a nod, -

With many a nod and many a grin,

He sees him cast his engine in.

‘ What have you caught?’ the peasant cries.

‘ Nothing as yet,’ the Fool replies.