Here’s to the boy with his first pair of pants,
Here’s to the youth whom many boys know,
Who looks in the glass to see his hair grow.
Here’s to the man, too honest to cheat,
Here’s to the butcher who sells us good meat,
May he live long and happy with plentiful store,
And when we’re all hungry, stop at our door.
Here’s to our parents, we speak it with cheer,
Of all of our kindred we love them most dear,
They nursed and they watched us in childhood and youth,