There are many good reasons for drinking,
One has just entered my head,
If a man doesn't drink when he's living,
How the hell can he drink when he's dead?
Here's to our wives and sweethearts~may they never meet!
Here's to King Solomon, ruler and sage,
the wisest of men in history's page.
He had wives by the thousand, and thought it was fun...
Here's hoping you'll know how to handle just one.
Here's to the woman of my dreams, who looks like a million...
and is just as hard to make.
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!
Here's to a love, a love that will linger. I gave her the ring...
and she gave me the finger.
Here's to my mother-in-law, who still calls me a son...
But I never let her finish the sentence.
Here's to you, here's to me, the best of friends we'll always be.
But if we ever disagree, forget you here's to ME!
Here's to abstinence... as long as it's practiced in moderation.
Here's to happiness... I never knew happiness until I got
married. Now it's too late.
Here's to you, here's to me, in hopes we never disagree.
But if we do, the Hell with you.... Here's to me!
Here's to marriage, for man is not complete until he's
married... and then he's finished.
Here's to the ships of our navy, and to the ladies of our land. May the former be well rigged and the latter be well manned.
Drink is the curse of the land.
It makes you quarrel with your neighbor.
It makes you shoot at your landlord,
and it makes you miss him.
Here's to good old whiskey, so amber and so clear,
'tis not so sweet as a woman's lips,
but a damn sight more sincere.
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!
Here's to lying, stealing, and cheating!
May you lie to save a friend;
May you steal the heart of the one you love;
and may you cheat death.
I could have wealth beyond my dreams,
But where is the joy in that?
And I could travel the seven seas,
But I would always come back.
Everyone could know my name,
And there would be no peace.
I could have undying love,
And heartaches still increase.
No, if I were wealthy beyond my dreams
(And where is the joy in that?)
It wouldn't buy friendship such as yours --
And there IS joy in that!
Here's wishing you the top o' life without a single tumble.
Here's wishing you the smiles o' life and not a single grumble.
Here's wishing you the best o' life and not a claw about it.
Here's wishing you the joy in life and not a day without it.
Here's to the four hinges of society.
May you fight, steal, lie and drink.
When you fight, may you fight for your country.
When you steal, may you steal away from bad company.
When you lie, may you lie at the side of your sweetheart.
And when you drink, may you drink with me.
May the roof above us never fall in.
And may the friends gathered below it never fall out.
'Tis glad I am and glad I'll be
That you like knowin' the likes of me!
May the enemies of Ireland never meet a friend.
Here's to women of the Irish shore;
I love but one, I love not more.
But since she's not here to drink her part,
I'll drink her share with all my heart.
What is but age? Something to count?
Some people fight it as if climbing the mount.
I choose life with dignity and grace
And offer a drink to all in this place!
Who is a friend but someone to toast,
Someone to gibe, someone to roast.
My friends are the best friends
Loyal, willing and able.
Now let's get to drinking!
Glasses off the table!
Here's to those who wish us well,
as for the rest, they can go to Hell!
Here's to being single, drinking doubles and seeing triple!
A Scottish Toast:
May the best ye've ever seen
Be the worst ye'll ever see,
May a moose ne'er leave yer girnal
Wi' a teardrop in his e'e,
May ye aye be hale and he'rty
Till ye're auld enough tae dee,
May ye aye be just as happy
As I wish ye aye to be.
~Anon |
Saint Patrick was a gentleman,
Who through stategy and stealth,
Drove all the snakes from Ireland,
Here's a toasting to his health.
But not too many toastings
Lest you lose yourself and then
Forget the good Saint Patrick
And see all those snakes again.
In Heaven there is no beer,
that is why we drink it here.
Sláinte!
gaelic for "to your health!"
It's pronounced as if you quickly slurred "It's a lawn chair!"
Here’s to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold beer—and another one!
Here's to women...
would that we could fall into their arms,
instead of their hands.
‘Tis better to buy a small bouquet
And give to your friend this very day,
Than a bushel of roses white and red
To lay on his coffin after he’s dead.
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 you as good as you are,
Here's to me as bad as I am,
As good as you are,
And as bad as I am,
I'm as good as you are,
As bad as I am.
May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven
half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.
Here's to me, and here's to you,
And here's to love and laughter-
I'll be true as long as you,
And not one moment after.
Here's to you and yours
And to mine and ours.
And if mine and ours
Ever come across to you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do
As much for mine and ours
As mine and ours have done
For you and yours!
Health and life to you;
The mate of your choice to you;
Land without rent to you,
And death in Eirinn.
Here's a toast to your enemies' enemies!
Here's to the old lady up the hill.
If she won't drink it, I will!
Here’s to a sweetheart, a bottle, and a friend.
The first beautiful, the second full, the last ever faithful.
Here's to the flea that jumped over me,
and bit the ass of my little missus.
An Irishman is never drunk as long as he can hold on to two blades of grass
and not fall off the face of the earth.
Here's that we may always have a clean shirt,
A clean conscience,
And a guinea in our pocket.
May you live forever
And may the last words you hear be mine!
Here's to us!
Who's like us?
Darned few, and they're all dead!
May you live to be a hundred
And may I live to sing at your wake!
Here's to you and yours
And to mine and ours.
And if mine and ours
Ever come across to you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do
As much for mine and ours
As mine and ours have done
For you and yours!
Here's to health and prosperity,
To you and all your posterity.
And them that doesn't drink with sincerity,
That they may be damned for all eternity!
Here's to temperance supper, with water in glasses tall,
and coffee and tea to end with -- and me not there at all!
Here's to the four hinges of society.
May you fight, steal, lie and drink.
When you fight, may you fight for your country.
When you steal, may you steal away from bad company.
When you lie, may you lie at the side of your sweetheart.
And when you drink, may you drink with me.
Here's to the women that I've loved and all the ones I've kissed.
As for regrets, I just have one; that's all the ones I've missed.
Oh, womens' faults are many, us men have only two:
Every single thing we say, and everything we do. |
