Classic Poem

I

The sea-trout grey
Are now at play,
The salmon is up, hurra! hurra!
For the streamlets brown
Are dancing down,
So quicken the cup, hurra! hurra!

II.

The cloud-cap still
Is on the hill,
And the showers fall fast, hurra! hurra!
But the sun and breeze
Will scatter these,
So drink while they last, hurra! hurra!

III.

We'll start by dawn
O'er lea and lawn,
Through thicket and thorn, hurra! hurra!
On merriest limb
With rods in trim,
Come drink a sweet morn, hurra! hurra!