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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 for the damsel that's merry.

Let the toast pass,
Drink to your lass,

I'll warrant she'll [pas] prove an excuse for the glass--
Cho: Let the toast pass &c

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.

Let the toast pass
Drink to your lass,

I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass--
Cho: Let the toast pass &c

For let 'em be clumsey or let 'em be slim,
Young or ancient I care not a feather;

So fill a pint bumper nay fill to the brim,
And e'en let us toast all together.

Let the toast pass
Drink to your lass,

I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass
Cho: Let the toast pass