HERE'S a health to thee, Roberts, And here's a health to me; And here's to all the pretty girls From Denver to the sea! Here's to mine and here's to thine! Now's the time to clink it! Here's a flagon of old wine, And here are we to drink it. Wine that maketh glad the heart Of the bully boy! Here's the toast that we love most, " Love and song and joy!" Song that is the flower of love, And joy that is the fruit! Here's the love of woman, lad, And here's our love to boot! You and I are far too wise Not to fill our glasses. Here's to me and here's to thee, And here's to all the lasses! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL A CARELESS HEART by ISAAC ROSENBERG UNDER A TELEPHONE POLE by CARL SANDBURG |