Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HAYMAKER'S SONG, by ALFRED AUSTIN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Here's to him that grows it Last Line: Drink, lads, drink! Subject(s): Drinks & Drinking; Hay & Haymaking; Wine | ||||||||
HERE's to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink! That lays it in and mows it, Clink, jugs, clink! To him that mows and makes it, That scatters it and shakes it, That turns, and teds, and rakes it, Clink, jugs, clink! Now here's to him that stacks it, Drink, lads, drink! That thrashes and that tacks it, Clink, jugs, clink! That cuts it out for eating, When March-dropp'd lambs are bleating, And the slate-blue clouds are sleeting, Drink, lads, drink! And here's to thane and yeoman, Drink, lads, drink! To horseman and to bowman, Clink, jugs, clink! To lofty and to low man, Who bears a grudge to no man, But flinches from no foeman, Drink, lads, drink! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CUP OF TREMBLINGS by JOHN HOLLANDER VINTAGE ABSENCE by JOHN HOLLANDER SENT WITH A BOTTLE OF BURGUNDY FOR A BIRTHDAY by JOHN HOLLANDER TO A CIVIL SERVANT by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG WINE by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT THE GOOD FELLOW by ALEXANDER BROME WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN by DAVID LEHMAN |
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