Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen,
       Here's to the widow of fifty;
Here's to the flaunting extravagant queen,
       And here's to the housewife that's thrifty;

Chorus:
Let the drink 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,
       And now to the maid who has done, sir,
Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes,
       And here's to the nymph with but one, sir.

Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow,
       And to her who is brown as berry;
Here's to the wife with a face full of woe,
       And now to the girl that is merry:

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 the brim,
       And let us e'en toast them together.