Song 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 the 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, &c. 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 girl that is merry. Chorus. Let the toast pass, &c. 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, And let us e’en toast them together. Chorus. Let the toast pass, &c. The School for Scandal, Act iii, 1777 |
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