To the hour he found his courage;
To the smile that won his heart
With a little look of sweetness
And a dainty Cupid dart;
To the bachelor's broken pledges;
To the venial little sin
That he cannot do without her—
To the girl that took him in.
Bring frost bring snow,
Come winter; bring us holly
Bring joy at Christmas,
Off with melancholy.
Sing ho, sing hey
For the holiday.
Sing hey for good Christmas cheer
But quaff one glass
To the days that pass
The last of the grand Old Year.
Here's to the old year, drink boys, drink.
Here's to the days that have fled.
Old friends, old wine, old memories;
Drink to the joys that are dead.
Here's to the New Year stretching ahead,
To the days that are blithesome and gay,
May the joys of the old be the joys of the new,
Its sorrows fade gently away.
Here's good-bye to the old year—
Here's regret.
It has done the best it could—
Let's not forget.
Here's greeting to the New Year—
Hold out a hand.
Let's do the best that we know how—
Make a good stand.