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Sir Henry Newbolt - Master And Man
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Do ye ken hoo to fush for the salmon?
  If ye`ll listen I`ll tell ye.
Dinna trust to the books and their gammon,
  They`re but trying to sell ye.
Leave professors to read their ain cackle
  And fush their ain style;
Come awa`, sir, we`ll oot wi` oor tackle
  And be busy the while.

`Tis a wee bit ower bright, ye were thinkin`?
  Aw, ye`ll no be the loser;
`Tis better ten baskin` and blinkin`
  Than ane that`s a cruiser.
If ye`re bent, as I tak it, on slatter,
  Ye should pray for the droot,
For the salmon`s her ain when there`s watter,
  But she`s oors when it`s oot.

Ye may just put your flee-book behind ye,
  Ane hook wull be plenty;
If they`ll no come for this, my man, mind ye,
  They`ll no come for twenty.
Ay, a rod; but the shorter the stranger
  And the nearer to strike;
For myself I prefare it nae langer
  Than a yard or the like.

Noo, ye`ll stand awa` back while I`m creepin`
  Wi` my snoot i` the gowans;
There`s a bonny twalve-poonder a-sleepin`
  I` the shade o` yon rowans.
Man, man! I was fearin` I`d stirred her,
  But I`ve got her the noo!
Hoot! fushin`s as easy as murrder
  When ye ken what to do.

Na, na, sir, I doot na ye`re willin`
  But I canna permit ye;
For I`m thinkin` that yon kind o` killin`
  Wad hardly befit ye.
And some work is deefficult hushin`,
  There`d be havers and chaff:
`Twull be best, sir, for you to be fushin`
  And me wi` the gaff.
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