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Let the toast pass, drink to the lass
I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass
Let the toast pass, drink to the lass
I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.

Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize
Now to the maid who has none
Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes
And here's to the nymph with but one, Sir.

Chorus

Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow
Now to her that's as brown as a berry
Here's to the wife with a face full of woe
And here's to the damsel that's merry.

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