Where the pools are bright and deep Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea That's the way for Billy and me.

Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy swelling-place-- O, to abide in the desert with thee!

Some circumstantial evidence is very strong, as when you find a trout in the milk.

Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.

There's no taking trout with dry breeches.

You must loose a flie to catch a trout. [You must lose a fly to catch a trout.]