Poems by the late William Caldwell Roscoe :: :: University of Virginia Library

Poems by the late William Caldwell Roscoe

Edited by his daughter Elizabeth Mary Roscoe

Roscoe, William Caldwell (1823-1859)

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Here's to the lady that I love,
And here's to the lady that you do,
And let all the table round
Chink and drink as we two do.

Let those that affect but a passion
Reveal the dear name in their heart,
But we, that are lovers in earnest,
Will pledge it, and keep it apart.

Here's to the lady that I love,
And here's to the lady that you do,
And let all the table round
Chink and drink as we two do.

What need we the voice of another?
To us at the least she is fair,
And this we all know that we love her,
And live in celestial air.

Here's to the lady that I love,
And here's to the lady that you do,
And let all the table round
Chink and drink as we two do.

Fill high till the bright wine runs over,
Spare nothing of honour and zeal,
But true love hath a taste of Religion,
And when we adore we conceal.

Here's to the lady that I love,
And here's to the lady that you do,
And let all the table round
Chink and drink as we two do.