COME LET US PASS THE SOCIAL GLASS.
I
Come, let us pass the social glass;
Each shall toast his fancy;
First let me name a black-ey'd lass,
Here's a health to Nancy!
Then fill up the sparkling cup,
Care's a pallid spectre;
This take for my fair one's sake,
And you'll find it nectar.
II
Now I can boast a merry toast
Fairer far than any;
Bright blue eyes delight me most:
Here's a health to Fanny!
Then fill up the sparkling cup,
Care's a pallid spectre;
This take for my fair one's sake,
And you'll find it nectar.
III
O I can prize no common eyes,
Black and blue may vary;
I know where expression lies:
Here's a health to Mary!
Then fill up the sparkling cup,
Care's a pallid spectre;
This take for my fair one's sake,
And you'll find it nectar.
