Classic Poem

I.

When homeward from the stream we turn
Good cheer our sport replaces,
There's liquor twinkling in the glass,
There's joy on all our faces!

II.

We drink sweet healths, a merry round,
We talk old stories over,
And sing glad staves, like summer birds
Below their leafy cover.

III.

Thus cheerily our evenings pass,
Till lulled below the quilting
We sleep our toils off, and are forth
Before the lark is lilting

IV.

All joy be with our hearts' kin bold!
May care's nets ne'er entangle,
Nor woe nor poverty depress
A brother of the angle!