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Lift, lift the full goblet—away with all sorrow— Here's to the Fourth and our country forever.
— Toasts
Lift, lift the full goblet—away with all sorrow— Here's to the Fourth and our country forever.
Waes-hael! for Lord and Dame! And fill the tawny bowl.
The wind that blows, the ship that goesAnd the lass that loves a sailor.
Here's a health to poverty; it sticks by us when all friends forsake us.
Some hae meat, and canna eat, And sae the Lord be thankit.
Some have meat but cannot eat;Blest, therefore, be God for our meat.
I am from Massachusetts, And the Cabots walk with God.
I come from good old Boston, And the Lowells speak only to God.
My boat is on the shore, Here's a double health to thee!
Were't the last drop in the well, 'Tis to thee that I would drink.
Drink to her that each loves best, We will not ask her name.
Here's to the red of it, Bathing in red.
But the standing toast that pleased me mostAnd the lass that loves a sailor!"
Ho! stand to your glasses steady! Hurrah for the next that dies.
And he that will this health deny,Down among the dead men let him lie.
Here's to Great Britain, the sun that gives light to all nations of the earth.
Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the world.
Here's to our beloved George Washington, the Joshua of America, who commanded the sun and the moon to stand still—and they obeyed.
L'Abbé de Ville proposed a toast, As the bright Moon and much praise won.
The Earl of Stair, whose turn next came, Who made both Sun and Moon stand still.
Here's to old Adam's crystal ale, We drink your health (in wine).
The bubble winked at me, and said,"You'll miss me brother, when you're dead."
You to the left and I to the right, For we know not where we are going.
Here's to your good health, and your family's good health, and may you all live long and prosper.
Here's to the town of New Haven, That he uses with Hadley and Dwight.
Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise, I would not change for thine.
To the old, long life and treasure;To the young, all health and pleasure.
May all your labors be in vein.
A glass is good, and a lass is good, And we're all good fellows together.
Here's a health to all those that we love,That love them that love those that love us.
Here's a health to you and yours who have done such things for us and ours.Then we and ours will do for you and yours what you and yours have done for us and ours.
Here's to you, as good as you are,I am as good as you are, as bad as I am.
Drink to me with your eyes alone…. And if you will, take the cup to your lips and fill it with kisses, and give it so to me.
I, whenever I see thee, thirst, and holding the cup, apply it to my lips more for thy sake than for drinking.
I fill this cup to one made up 'Tis less of earth than heaven.
May the hinges of friendship never rust, or the wings of luve lose a feather.
I'll drink a cup to Scotland yet,Wi' a' the honours three.
St. Leon raised his kindling eye, And gently said, "My mother!"
The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth,"Now the king drinks to Hamlet."
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
A health to the nut-brown lass,An excuse to make it pass.
May you live all the days of your life.
First pledge our Queen this solemn night, Who loves his native country best.
Here's a health to the lass with the merry black eyes!Here's a health to the lad with the blue ones!
