Here's to the Maiden of Bashful Fifteen

     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,-
   Drink to the lass,
   I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the 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 her 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 the 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,
     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 the glass.