1.A birr！a whirr！a salmon’s on-A goodly fish，a beauty！
The strong，the quick，the steady；The line darts from the active wheel-Have all things right and ready.
2.A birr！a whirr！the salmon’s out Far on the rushing river；Onward he holds with sudden leap，Or plunges through the whirlpoolIn desperate endeavour.
How madly whirls the breathless wheel，Now hurried，now abating！
3.A birr！a whirr！the salmon‘s off！
No，no，we still have got him；
And like a bright imbedded stone Lies gleaming at the bottom.
Hark to the music of the reel-’Tis silent and forsaken；With care we‘ll guard the magic wheel Until its notes re-waken.
4.A birr！a whirr！the salmon’s up！
Give line，give line and measure！But now he turns ！Keep down ahead，And lead him as a child is led，And land him at your leisure.Hark to the music of the reel-‘Tis welcome，it is glorious；It wanders through the winding wheel，Returning and victorious.
5.A birr！a whirr！the salmon’s in，Upon the bank extended；The princely fish is gasping low，His brilliant colours come and go，All beautifully blended.