While there’s life on the lip, while
There’s warmth in the wine,
One deep health I’ll pledge, and that
Health shall be thine

This world that we’re a-livin’ in
Is mighty hard to beat;
You get a thorn with ev’ry rose,
But ain’t the roses sweet!

Then once again, before we part,
My empty glass shall ring;
And he that has the warmest heart
Shall loudest laugh and sing.

One little step won’t take us very far---
So let us keep on walking:
One little word doesn’t mean very much---
So let us keep on talking:
One little thought won’t make a book---
So let us keep on thinking:
One little drink won’t do us any harm---
So let us keep on drinking!

Here’s a toast to all of us---
The large ones and the small of us---
The short ones and the tall of us---
And when Time gets the call of us,
Let’s hope he’ll make one haul of us.

Here’s to the girl with
Eyes of blue,
Whose heart is kind and
Love is true.

Here’s to the girl with
Eyes of brown,
Whose spirit proud you
Cannot down.

Here’s to the girl with
Eyes of gray,
Whose sunny smile drives
Care away.

Whate’er the hue of their
Eyes may be,
I’ll drink to the girls
This toast with thee!

Here’s to the lasses we’ve loved, my lad,
Here’s to the lips we’ve pressed;
For of kisses and lasses,
Like liquor in glasses,
The last is always the best.

Here’s to the ships of our navy,
Here’s to the ladies of our land,
May the former be well rigged,
And the latter be well manned.

Here’s to the one who never fails
To help you when in need,
The one who gives you all he has
Nor shows the slightest greed,
The one who knows your virtues best
Nor seeks your faults to view,
Who really thinks that you’re all right.
Who is the man? He’s YOU!

Here’s to the health of the happy pair,
May good luck meet them everywhere,
And may each day of wedded bliss
Be always just as sweet as this!

I drink to one, and only one,---
And may that one be he
Who loves but one, and only one,---
And may that one be me!

Here’s to those who love us,
And here’s to those who don’t,
A smile for those who are willing to,
And a tear for those who won’t.

God made man frail as a bubble;
God made Love, Love made Trouble.
God made the Vine; was it a sin
That Man made Wine to drown Trouble in?

We’ll drink to-night with hearts as light,
To loves as gay and fleeting
As bubbles that swim on the beaker’s brim,
And break on the lips while meeting.

We may live without poetry, music and art,
We may live without conscience and live without heart,
We may live without friends; we may live without books;
But civilized man cannot live without cooks.

We may live without books---what is knowledge but grieving.
We may live without hope---what is hope but deceiving.
We may live without love---what is passion but pining;
But where is the man who can live without dining?

Old pal, the times when I’ve been blue
Was just the times I found you true;
But the company you gave me then
Wasn’t worth half as much as when
You said, “Taint nuffin’---
Keep on puffin’!”

Here’s a toast to you,
And a toast to me,
And a toast to us both together;
And whatever we do,
And wherever we be,
May we always be birds of a feather.

Here’s wishing you luck,
And here’s wishing you health.
Here’s wishing your cares may be few.
Here’s wishing you pluck,
And the winning of wealth.
Here’s---well, here’s looking at you.

A pipe, a book, a fire, a friend,
A stein that’s always full;
Here’s to the joys of a bachelor’s life,
A life that is never dull.

Here’s to the lassie who takes her champagne
And drinks it along with the best of us;
And here’s to the one who won’t touch it at all,
And leaves that much more for the rest of us.

Drink to-day and drown all sorrow;
You shall, perhaps, not drink to-morrow;
Best while you have it, use your breath,
There is no drinking after death.

Some take their gold in minted mold,
And some in harps hereafter;
But give me mine in tresses fine,
And keep the change---in laughter.

Here’s to God’s first thought, Man!
Here’s to God’s second thought, Woman!
Second thoughts are always best,
So here’s to Woman!

Here’s to our friend who is soon to be wed.
May the double-hitch turn out no botch,
And always the picture he hides in his heart,
Be the same he has stuck in his watch.

Here’s to the friends we love so well,
To those so far away!
If a drink of cheer would bring them here,
We would drink the livelong day.

A glass is good, and a lass is good,
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;
The world is good and the people are good,
And we’re all good fellows together.

Here’s wishing you joy when you’re merry;
Here’s wishing you hope when you’re sad;
But here’s what counts most---a rollicking toast---
May you never get caught when you’re bad.

Here’s to the love of the fair and the good,
Here’s to the love of the true.
Here’s to the love that you love, and the love
That you love to thinks loves but you!

Here’s to Champagne, the drink divine,
That makes us forget our troubles;
It’s made of a dollar’s worth of wine,
And three dollars’ worth of bubbles.

We come into this world naked and bare,
We go through this world full of sorrow and care;
We go out of this world---we know not where---
But if we’re thoroughbreds here, we’ll be thoroughbreds there.

Here’s to the bride who is to be;
Happy and smiling and fair.
And here’s to those who would like to be,
And are wondering when, and where.

Here’s to the good old days,
They were better days I vow;
You could buy a whole hen then
For what an egg costs now.

Here’s to the chaperone;
May she learn from Cupid,
Just enough of blindness
To be sweetly stupid.

If on my theme I rightly think,
There are five reasons why I drink:
Good wine, a friend, because I’m dry,
Or lest I should be by and by,
Or any other reason why.

Here’s to the average American.
He’s handy in a fracas,
He works for a dollar like a horse,
And spends it like a jackass.

Let’s be gay while we may,
And seize love with laughter;
I’ll be true as long as you,
And not a moment after.

When turkey’s on the table laid,
And good things I may scan,
I’m thankful that I wasn’t made
A vegetarian.

Here’s champagne to our real friends,
And real pain to our sham friends.

Here’s a toast to all who are here,
No matter where you’re from:
May the best day you ever have seen
Be worse than your worst to come.

When a blanket wet
Is solidly set
O’er our hopes prematurely grown;
When ambition is tame,
And energy lame,
And the bloom from the fruit is blown;
When to dance and dine
With women and wine,
Past poverty pleasures are---
A man’s not bereft
Of all peace, if there’s left
The joy of a good cigar.

A bumper of good liquor
Will end a contest quicker
Than justice, judge or vicar;
So fill a cheerful glass,
And let good humor pass.

Then fill the cup, fill high! fill high!
Let joy our goblet crown;
We’ll bung Misfortune’s scowling eye,
And knock Foreboding down.

Let wisdom drink to folly,
And gentle youth to age;
Sweet joy to melancholy,
And cowardice to rage.

Let old men drink to childhood,
And sad men to delight;
The cities to the wildwood,
And weariness to might.

Let lovers drink to parting,
Let exiles drink to home;
Let grief, with tears upstarting,
Drink to the joys to come.

Let death clink cups with laughter,
And purple night with day;
Let now drink to hereafter,
And work quaff deep to play.

Let faith drink to deceiving,
And hope to treachery;
Let gladness drink to grieving,
And I my love to thee.

The Frenchman loves his native wine;
The German loves his beer;
The Englishman loves his ‘alf and ‘alf,
Because it brings good cheer.
The Irishman loves his “whisky straight,”
Because it give him dizziness;
The American has no choice at all,
So he drinks the whole blame business.

When love grows cold, thy fire still warms me;
When friends are fled, thy presence charms me.
If thou art full, though purse be bare,
I smoke, and cast away all care!

Here’s turkey when you’re hungry,
Champagne when you are dry,
A pretty girl when you’re lonely,
And heaven when you die!

Here’s to the girl, demure and bland,
In entertaining, apt and able:
Whose eyes look down, whene’er her hand
Caresses yours beneath the table.

If you want to be happy,
Begin where you are;
Don’t wait for some rapture
That’s future and far;
Begin to be joyous,
Begin to be glad,
And soon you’ll forget
That you ever were sad.

Then fill a fair and honest cup, and bear it straight to me;
The goblet hallows all it holds, whate’er the liquid be,
And may the cherubs on its face protect me from the sin
That dooms me to those dreadful words: “My dear, where have you been?”