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For let'em be clumsy,or let'em be slim.
Young or ancient,I care not a feather;
So fill a pint bumper quite up to the brim.
So fill up your glasses, nay,fill to the brim
And let us e'en toast them together.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,&c.
Arid if all these toasts your health should affect
If these bumpers your wits should inveigle
Your joyful carouse,sir, none shall detect '
If wisely next day you repair your defect
With a few timely doses of Seigel.
Chorus
Let the toast pass, &c.
Little men in big places enjoy the advantages of some
fleas.
M M M
SCOTCH WHISKY.
How rare is thy rich, passion-giving worth,
When,weary of full many a Scottish mile,
One rests,and stirs thee with a knowing smile
In some dim inn of Edinburgh or Perth 1
Gods must have drunk thee at their wondrous birth.
For in thee there is laughter and no guile.
And they,enraptured from some heavenly aisle
Perchance have given thee to this sorrowing earth.
—Francis Salius.