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Edgar Guest - The Fishing Outfit
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You may talk of stylish raiment,
    You may boast your broadcloth fine,
And the price you gave in payment
    May be treble that of mine.
But there`s one suit I`d not trade you
    Though it`s shabby and it`s thin,
For the garb your tailor made you:
         That`s the tattered,
         Mud-bespattered
    Suit that I go fishing in.

There`s no king in silks and laces
    And with jewels on his breast,
With whom I would alter places.
    There`s no man so richly dressed
Or so like a fashion panel
    That, his luxuries to win,
I would swap my shirt of flannel
         And the rusty,
         Frayed and dusty
    Suit that I go fishing in.

`Tis an outfit meant for pleasure;
    It is freedom`s raiment, too;
It`s a garb that I shall treasure
    Till my time of life is through.
Though perhaps it looks the saddest
    Of all robes for mortal skin,
I am proudest and I`m gladdest
         In that easy,
         Old and greasy
    Suit that I go fishing in.
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