 | Love-Lore (1895) |  |
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A HEALTH
A health to the damosel tall!
A health to my lass, though small!
Black eyes, or blue,
Or brown will do,—
Or green: we will drink to all.
A health to my lass, though small!
Black eyes, or blue,
Or brown will do,—
Or green: we will drink to all.
A health to the maiden slim,
If her eyes but with love are dim!
Here's to the stout,
Loving, no doubt!
I'd pledge them both for a whim.
If her eyes but with love are dim!
Here's to the stout,
Loving, no doubt!
I'd pledge them both for a whim.
Drink, drink to both dark and fair!
To the girl with the golden hair;
To her with the black;
And never slack
Till the red has a handsome share!
To the girl with the golden hair;
To her with the black;
And never slack
Till the red has a handsome share!
A health to—The sort don't mind.
Since your wine is of various kind,
Toast each, as they pass,
In a separate glass!
Remembering Love is blind.
Since your wine is of various kind,
Toast each, as they pass,
In a separate glass!
Remembering Love is blind.
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