THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 65

HERE's to the maiden of bashful fifteen, Here's to the widow of fifty; Here's to the bold and extravagant quean, And here's to the housewife that's thristy. Let the toast pass, Drink to the lass, I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.

Here's to the maiden whose dimples we prize, Likewise to her that has none, sir; Here's to the maid with a pair of blue eyes, And here's to her that's but one, sir. Let the toast pass, &c.

Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow, And to her that's as brown as a berry; Here's to the wise with a face full of woe, Aiul here's to the girl that is merry, Let the toast pass, &c.

Let her be clumsy, or let her be slim, Young or ancient, I care not a feather; So fill a pint bumper quite up to the brim, And e'en let us toast them together. Let the toast pass, &c.