A Toast

Here's a health to thee, Roberts,

And here's a health to me;

And here's to all the pretty girls

From Denver to the sea!

Here's to mine and here's to thine!

Now's the time to clink it!

Here's a flagon of old wine,

And here are we to drink it.

Wine that maketh glad the heart

Of the bully boy!

Here's the toast that we love most,

"Love and song and joy!"

Song that is the flower of love,

And joy that is the fruit!

Here's the love of woman, lad,

And here's our love to boot!

You and I are far too wise

Not to fill our glasses.

Here's to me and here's to thee,

And here's to all the lasses!