ERE’S to the maiden of bashful fifteen,
Now to the widow of fifty;
Here’s to the flaunting extravagant quean,
And here’s to the housewife that’s thrifty.
Let the toast pass,
Drink to the lass;
I warrant she’ll prove
An excuse for the glass.
Here’s to the charmer whose dimples we prize,
Now to the damsel with none, sir;
Here’s to the girl with a pair of blue eyes,
And now to the nymph with but one, sir.
Let the toast, etc.
Here’s to the maid with a bosom of snow,
Now to her that’s as brown as a berry;
Here’s to the wife with a face full of woe,
And now to the damsel that’s merry.
Let the toast, etc.
For let her be clumsy or let her be slim,
Young or ancient, I care not a feather;
So fill up a bumper, nay, fill to the brim,
And let us e’en toast ’em together.
Let the toast, etc.
