Richard Brinsley Sheridan


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.	
	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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