Classic Poem

I.

Below a shady hazel tree
An angler trimmed his flies,
Singing, hey derry! trout that are merry
No longer, no longer are wise.

II.

Of dapper make and ruddy hue
'Twas a jolly blade, I ween,
With his hey derry, fresh from the ferry,
Over the meadow so green.

III.

Right gladsomely he eyed the stream,
And shook his wand anon,
With a hey derry! brown as a berry
The winding waters run

IV.

Oh! well I wot that jovial blade
Is one of our gentle band,
With his hey derry, trout that are merry
Swim to the angler's hand.
Derry, hey derry!
Trout that are merry
Swim to the angler's hand!