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TOASTS
Drink! and we'll never be planted deep;
Drink! and our graves will never be dug;
No wives and kids will stand round and weep,
For they'll just pour us back into the jug.
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.
Here's to you as good as you are,
And 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 a long life and a merry one,
A quick death and an easy one,
A pretty girl and a true one,
A full bottle and another one.
Here is a riddle most abstruse;
Can you read the answer right?
Why is it that my tongue grows loose,
Only when I grow tight?
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