Classic Poem

FIRST MAN .

 Brother Goatherd, mark you me?
 Pledge me when I drink to thee,
 Let us drain the skins of wine
 Till our ruby noses shine.
Mountain grapes and mountain cheer
Warm the merry mountaineer.

SECOND MAN .

 Let us push the wine about
 Till the last, last drop is out;
  Then each Spanish man go
  And dance the Fandango.
  When jigging with lasses
  How sweet the time passes!
When mountain grapes and mountain cheer
Have warmed the merry mountaineer!

WOMAN .

 Sluggish Goatherds, haste away!
 The drooping cattle mourn your stay.
 Labour till the sloping sun
 Tells you that your work is done;
 Then your rough brows with chaplets deck,
 And trimly dance to the rebeck,
 Then each Spanish man go
 And move the Fandango.
 When jigging with lasses,
 How sweet the time passes!
When work is done and mountain cheer
Warms the merry mountaineer!