Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE HAYMAKER'S SONG, by ALFRED AUSTIN



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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!





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