As you slide down the banisters of life may the splinters never point the wrong way.
May the wind at your back always be your own.
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?
May your troubles be as few and as far apart as my Grandmothers teeth.
In Heaven there is no beer, that is why we drink it here.
The only thing an Irishman should worry about is his health and then..
if he’s in good health, there’s nothing to worry about;
but if he’s not in good health, he worries whether he is going to live or die..
if he’s going to live, he has nothing to worry about;
but if he is going to die, he worries about whether he’s going to heaven or hell..
and if he going to heaven, he has nothing to worry about;
and, if he’s going to hell , he’ll be too busy shaking hands with all his friends to have any time to worry !
So stop worrying !
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!!
Ode to Beer
Of all my favorite things to do,
The utmost is to have a brew.
My love grows for my foamy friend,
with each thirst-quenching elbow bend.
Beer’s so frosty, smooth, and cold
It’s paradise Pure liquid gold
Yes beer means many things to me
that’s all for now cus I gotta Pee.
An Irishman is never drunk as long as he can hold on to one blade of
grass and not fall of the face of the earth.
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.
Here’s to our wives and sweethearts!! May they never meet!!
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.
Here’s good luck to my wife’s husband!
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