I thought this reworking of the old standard "Baby Mine" was clever and moving. Sam Sum is the pseudonym of a famous writer (Kit Clarke?) but it escapes me right now who it is. This was published in The American Angler in 1899.
(May be sung to the tune of "Baby Mine")
by Sam Sum
There are weakfish in the bay,
And 'tis said they're there to stay,
They are ravenous as hounds,
So, in spite of fykes and pounds,
We may find then on their "grounds,"
They get scarcer every year,
But whenever they appear,
We slip our business tether,
Get our fishing "traps" together,
Then we diagnose the weather,
You and I have had our share,
Of the fishing bill-of-fare,
There was never any doubt,
If the crabs and shrimp held out,
But we'd get our share of "trout,"
A day will come, I know,
When the tide will ebb and flow,
And some other hand will guide
The craft in which we ride;
We'll be on the "other side,"
Still, as long as water's wet,
And an outing we can get,
You and I will make a date,
And we'll cast our "shedder' bait,
Where the weakfish congregate,
-- Dr. Todd