Irish sayings, Irish blessings, Irish toasts and Irish Proverbs » Irish drinking toasts

Here’s to all of the women

Leprechaun — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 10:51:27 +0000

Here’s to all of the women who have used me and abused me…
And may they continue to do so!

Here’s to a sweetheart

Leprechaun — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 06:54:39 +0000

Here’s to a sweetheart, a bottle, and a friend.
The first beautiful, the second full, the last ever faithful.

But the greatest love

Leprechaun — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 06:47:51 +0000

But the greatest love — the love above all loves,
Even greater than that of a mother…
Is the tender, passionate, undying love,
Of one beer drunken slob for another.

Who is a friend

Leprechaun — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 15:21:12 +0000

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!

Merry met

Leprechaun — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 15:15:08 +0000

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

Here’s to women of the Irish shore

Leprechaun — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 17:01:40 +0000

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.

Here’s to health and prosperity

Leprechaun — Mon, 11 May 2009 21:38:07 +0000

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 Eileen O’Hara

Leprechaun — Tue, 05 May 2009 01:32:05 +0000

Here’s to Eileen O’Hara
For her life held no terror
Born a virgin
Died a virgin
No runs, no hits, no errors

Friend of my soul, this goblet sip

Leprechaun — Sun, 22 Mar 2009 09:54:10 +0000

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.

The Mouse on the Barroom Floor

Leprechaun — Tue, 24 Feb 2009 19:40:20 +0000

Some Guinness was spilled on the barroom floor
when the pub was shut for the night.
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
and stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor,
then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long you could hear him roar,
‘Bring on the goddam cat!’