Now to the maid who has none, Sir!
Here's to the girl with two lungs of full size,
And here's to the nymph with but one, Sir!
Chorus—
Whoe'er they be,
Send 'em to me!
I warrant they'll prove an excuse for a fee!
Here's to "Old Purple," with port in his toe!
Now to him who's gone saffron on sherry!
Here's to the masher whose mind's on the go