Classic Poem

Fill up your cups, drink down your wine,
To the toast which now I'm giving —
The love of youth! The thing divine
Which makes life worth the living!
These maids so bright,
These eyes that light,
Aye, they're worth all your striving!

What care we for the world's great work?
For wealth which finds men old?
Fair lady's lips we never shirk,
Sweet hair that doth enfold.
These yellow locks,
This heart that rocks,
Aye, they're worth all your gold!