1930 Cocktails by "Jimmy" late of Ciro's London

Friend of my soul, this goblet sip, 'Twill chase the pensive tear. 'Tis not so sweet as woman's lip, But oh, 'Tis more sincere.

Here's to Adam, the radio inventor; he

made a broadcasting station out of a rib.

Here's to you, as good as you are; And here's to me, as bad as I am. But as good as you are, and as bad as I am; I'm as good as you are, as bad as I am.

After man came woman-and she has been

after him ever since.

Here's to low necks and short skirts-may

they never meet.

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