Here’s to living single and drinking double!

Here’s to the bull that roams the woods. That does the cows and heifers good. If it were not for his long long rod. There would be no beef by God!

Friends may come, friends may go, Friends may peter out, you know. But we’ll be friends through thick and thin, Peter out or peter in.

May you taste the sweetest pleasures that fortune ere bestowed, and may all your friends remember all the favors you are owed.

Here’s a health to all those that we love, Here’s a health to all those that love us, Here’s a health to all those that love them – that love those – that love them – that love those – that love us.

May your health be like the capital of Ireland – Always Dublin!

Here’s to those who wish us well, as for the rest, they can go to Hell!”

Best while you have it use your breath – There is no drinking after death.

Here’s to bein’ singl – drinkin’ doubles – and seein’ triple!

Here’s to living single, seeing double and sleeping triple!