Irish drinking toasts
Irish are said to have originated the toasting habit. They toasted, when they gathered, to honor the dead and the living. I don’t know if it’s true, but here are some of the most beautiful Irish drinking toasts
A toast to whiskey and world domination
God invented whiskey so the Irish wouldn’t rule the world!
Take another drink toast
A bird with one wing can’t fly.
Drink to honor things we love
Here’s to the wine we love to drink, and the food we like to eat.
Here’s to our wives and sweethearts, let’s pray they never meet.
Here’s champagne for our real friends And real pain for our sham friends.
And when this life is over, may all of us find peace.
Irish are not cheap
It is better to spend money like there’s no tomorrow
than to spend tonight like there’s no money!
Old Irish toast
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!
Miracles of drinking
He’s a fool who give over the liquor,
It softens the skinflint at once,
It urges the slow coach on quicker,
Gives spirit and brains to the dunce.
The man who is dumb as a rule
Discovers a great deal to say,
While he who is bashful since Yule
Will talk in an amorous way.
It’s drink that uplifts the poltroon
To give battle in France and in Spain,
Now here is an end of my turn-
And fill me that bumper again!
Let’s drink to friends
My friends are the best friends
Loyal, willing and able.
Now let’s get to drinking!
All glasses off the table!
Dead or alive
There are several good reasons for drinking
and one has just entered my head.
If a man can’t drink when he’s living,
then how the heck can he drink
when he’s dead
A long life and a cold pint
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 pint– and another one!
Irish toast on enemies
May those who love us love us.
And those that don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we’ll know them by their limping!
Not all liquids are blessed
Here’s to a temperance supper,
With water in glasses tall,
And coffee and tea to end with–
And me not there at all!
May your Guardian Angel be at your side to pick ya up off the floor
and hand ya another cold stout from the store.
Poor man’s friend
When money’s tight and hard to get,
and your horse is also ran,
When all you have is a heap of debt,
a pint of plain is your only man.
Here’s to being single…
And seeing triple!
I drink to your health
I drink to your health when I’m with you,
I drink to your health when I’m alone,
I drink to your health so often,
I’m starting to worry about my own!
Kiss is not sincere
Here’s to women’s kisses,
and to whiskey, amber clear;
Not as sweet as a woman’s kiss,
but a darn sight more sincere!
Longevity is the key
The horse and mule live thirty years
And never knows of wines and beers.
The goat and sheep at twenty die
Without a taste of scotch or rye.
The cow drinks water by the ton
And at eighteen is mostly done.
The dog at fifteen cashes in
Without the aid of rum or gin.
The modest, sober, bone-dry hen
Lays eggs for noggs and dies at ten.
But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked men
Survive three-score years and ten.
And some of us…though mighty few
Stay pickled ’til we’re ninety-two.
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