Английская поэзия XIV–XX веков в современных русских переводах

Here’s to the maiden of bashful fifteen;

Here’s to the widow of fifty;

Here’s to the flaunting extravagant quean,

And here’s to the housewife that’s thrifty.

Let the toast pass, —

Drink to the lass,

I’ll 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, sir:

Here’s to the girl with a pair of blue eyes,

And here’s to the nymph with but one, sir.

Let the toast pass, etc.

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 her face full of woe,

And now to the damsel that’s merry.

Let the toast pass, etc.

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,

And let us e’en toast them together.

Let the toast pass, etc.

Had I a heart for falsehood framed,

I ne’er could injure you;

For though your tongue no promise claimed,

Your charms would make me true:

To you no soul shall bear deceit,

No stranger offer wrong;

But friends in all the aged you’ll meet,

And lovers in the young.

For when they learn that you have blest

Another with your heart,

They’ll bid aspiring passion rest,

And act a brother’s part;

Then, lady, dread not here deceit,

Nor fear to suffer wrong;

For friends in all the aged you’ll meet,

And lovers in the young.