Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Here's to the widow of fifty; Here's to the flaunting extravagant quean, And here's to the housewife that's thrifty. Chorus. Let the toast pass, -- Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for a glass. Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize; Now to the maid who has none, sir; Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes, And here's to the nymph with but one, sir. Chorus. Let the toast pass, -- Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for a glass. 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. Chorus. Let the toast pass, -- Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for a glass. For let 'em be clumsy, or let 'em be slim, Young or ancient, I care not a feather; So fill a pint bumper quite up to the brim, So fill up your glasses, nay, fill to the brim, And let us e'en toast them together. Chorus. Let the toast pass, -- Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for a glass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENE CARMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 1 by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS THE FORCE OF LOVE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE VILLAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by ROBERT FROST PRISONED IN WINDSOR, HE RECOUNTETH HIS PLEASURE THERE PASSED by HENRY HOWARD |