HERE'S A BUMPER TO HER.
I
Here's a bumper to her, the brunette,
With her glances of luminous jet;
She is come from the clime,
Where the dancer keeps time,
To the sound of the gay castanet.
Fill high—here's a bumper to her!
II
Here's a bumper to her, who is fair
As the fancy-form'd sylphs of the air;
Her blue eye is mild
As the glance of a child,
Yet love's habitation is there.
Fill high—here's a bumper to her!
III
Here's a bumper to her, if not blind,
Charms in all you may easily find,
Should your eyes chance to trace
Not one charm in the face,
Be content with the charms of the mind.
Fill high—here's bumper to her!
