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!
               --Old Irish toast

For every wound, a balm.
 For every sorrow, cheer.
 For every storm, a calm.
 For every thirst, a beer.

Eat thy bread with joy,
               and drink thy wine with a merry heart.
               —Ecclesiastes 9:10

May your liquor be cold,
      May your women be hot.
         And may your troubles slide off of you
  slicker than snot.

Merry met, and merry part,
I drink to thee with all my heart.

May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine sweet upon your face
May the rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.

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