Man's life is but vain, for 'tis subject to pain
And sorrow, and short as a bubble;
Tis a hodg podg of business, and money and care
And care and money, and trouble
But we'll take no care when the weather proves fair
Nor will we vex now though it rain;
We'll banish all Sorrow, and sing till tomorrow
And angle and angle again
The angler’s song was written by Henry Lawes.