THE GIRLS WE LOVE THE BEST.
HERE’S health to the girls, the beautiful girls
Who make the world so blest,
Especially to those fair ones
Whom of all we love the best.
Who could be glad without them.
Or contented with their lot?
E’en* Heaven itself without the girls
Would be a wretched spot.
O bless the Lord that Adam’s rib
Was ever take out,
For we can all forget our cares,
If they are but about!
Their sunny smiles send light and warmth
To every heart and breast;
Then here’s a health, a joyous health,
To the girls we love the best!
S. W. Hazeltd
*E'en = Even.