The Harvest Home's a home indeed; If my lord bishop drank ale there, He'd want to kiss the beggar wench, And change his gown with her, I swear. The Harvest Home's a place to love, There is no better booze on sale; Angels in Heaven -- I take my oath -- Can find no better glass of ale. There's courage in such booze as that: Old Dicky drank but one small mug, And then, to please the harvest girls, Said, 'Look!' and swallowed a live frog. The landlord draws to suit my taste, I never knew his wife to fail; But, somehow, what the daughter draws Is -- by my soul and body -- Ale! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COYOTE CHORUS by ANNE BIRDSALL OLD PLEASURES DESERTED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MUSIC TO ME by ADELE SHAW BOONE THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: CORDELIA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE BLUE BIRD by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN THE LEGEND OF GOOD WOMEN: 4. INTRODUCTION by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |