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BROS.' NEW BOOK OF TOASTS.
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To the old, long life and
treasur~:
To the young, all health a nd pleasure.
L et the world slide, let the w9rld go;
A
fig
for care, and a
fig
for woe;
If
I can't pay, why I ca n owe,
And death makes equal the high and lnw.
-Hey\voud
TO OUR 1BACHELOF, FRIENDS.
Then h ere's to the jolly Bachelor's life,
And may h e live till h e takes a wit...
H er e's to the maiden of bashful fifteen ;
H er e's to the widow of fifty;
Hertj's to the flaunting, extr;nvagant queen,
And here's to the h ousewife that's thnfty
I
L ,..t the toast pass; drink to the lass :
I 'll warrant she'll prov" an ex cus" for thll glass
May wine never prove the cause of strife.
The ladies-Gort ble-. 'ef11,
And may n othing µ! Stress 'em.
H ere's a roast to a ll who are here,
No matter
wher~
you ·re
front:
Ma y the best day you have seen
Be worse than your worst to come.
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May we a lways mean w ell, and· act accordingly.
The Fren.chman ' loves his native win e,
'l'htj Germun loves hiR beer;
_
The Englishman loves his 'alf a nd 'a lf,
Because
1t
brmgs l?OOd ch ...
n.
The Irishman loves his
11
whis key straight
··
'.
Becan~e
it
gives him diziness.
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The
Ameri~an
bas no cboii!e at all,
So h" drmks the whole -
!;m siness.
H er e's a turkey when you are hungry.
Champal!nH wh en you 11r e drv
A
pre tt.y
girl whfm ,y'ou n ...ed
h~r.
And heaven when yon ditj.