ENCAMPED around our city wall Stands the fierce foe in dense array! Save, save, our precious casks, I pray! Ye soldiers, haste and seize on all We have, and plunder as ye may, But spare our precious casks, I pray. After the war is done we yet By drink may drive our grief away: Save, save, our precious casks, I pray. The foe, if the first chance he get, No moderation will display: Our casks then let us drain, I pray. Though to the foe our town we yield, Let dregs alone his thirst allay: Our barrels let us drain, I pray. Though able nothing else to shield, Spare not the cider night or day, But drain the barrels bare, I pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETTING A PURCHASE by KAREN SWENSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 3. NAPLES by SARA TEASDALE PATIENCE TAUGHT BY NATURE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BROKEN HEART by JOHN DONNE UPON THE NIPPLES OF JULIA'S BREAST by ROBERT HERRICK HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK,' IT SAID by MARIANNE MOORE THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY JOHN BROWN OF OSAWATOMIE [OCTOBER 16, 1859] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN |