The lawyer knew just what to do, "I'll bring her in," said he,
Then inches from the waiting net she splashed and wriggled free.

"Well damn and blast," the tourist said, "I rushed her I suspect."
"Well damn and blast," Muldoon replied - or words to that effect!
The English angler shook his head, said he: "What rotten luck,
My plane departs at 3 o'clock, I'll never break my duck."

The little ghillie slammed his cap down by the lawyer's feet.
"Before the stroke of noon, I said, "you can't admit defeat."
The English angler tried again, with grim determination,
But when eleven bells had chimed there still was no elation.

The little ghillie pointed to where he had seen a break.
"That's just the kind of fish," said he, "that might be on the take."
  The lawyer cast the copper spoon, still down upon his luck,
Then as he felt a weighted line, instinctively he struck.

Then up and down the Turning Pool the struggle raged again,
The seven feet of fibre glass bent beneath the strain.
The English lawyer did his stuff, said he: "You've won your bet,"
As Pat scooped up the tired fish into the waiting net.

"Shure 'tis a lovely fish," said Pat, and rowed towards the shore,
"'Tis bigger than the one you lost, ten pounds or maybe more."
The lawyer said: "I do agree but, silly as it sounds,
That single fish has set me back at least five hundred pounds."

"Well glory be to God," said Pat, "Shure that I never knew,
Now Sir, weren't you the lucky man you didn't catch the two!"

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