HERE'S a health to thee, Roberts, And here's a health to me; And here's to all the pretty girls From Denver to the sea! Here's to mine and here's to thine! Now's the time to clink it! Here's a flagon of old wine, And here are we to drink it. Wine that maketh glad the heart Of the bully boy! Here's the toast that we love most, " Love and song and joy!" Song that is the flower of love, And joy that is the fruit! Here's the love of woman, lad, And here's our love to boot! You and I are far too wise Not to fill our glasses. Here's to me and here's to thee, And here's to all the lasses! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING by ROBERT HERRICK LINES TO SAMUEL ROGERS IN WALES ON EVE OF BASTILLE DAY 1791 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE EPIPHANY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNET by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS 1916 SEEN FROM 1921 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CHANCES OF REMEMBRANCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SCARECROW by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN WANDERING WILLIE by ROBERT BURNS FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 3 by JOHN BYROM |