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What Shall We Drink?
Let's drink to our sweethearts
Who'll soon be our wives
And hope they'll be sweethearts
Throughout all our lives1
Here's till we meet again,
And when we meet
That we will meet
Again and again and againI
Now while we drink to each and each to other,
I give you this—to Mother1
Here's to our wives, God bless'em.
And may they bless us in return—
But I very much fear
They will turn a deaf ear
And all of our blessings will spurn!
What am I?
An infant crying in the night.
An infant crying for the light—
And with no language but a cry!
—'Tennyson
Here's a toast to the toast that good fellowship brings
With the sparkle of beer and of wine;
May its merriment always be deeper, my friends.
Than the foam on the top of the stein
—Anon
I have known many,liked a few.
Loved but one—so, here's to you!
—Anon
Here's to bachelors—consolers of widows and hopes of
maidens!
—De Finod (Paraphrased)
Who drinks to parting, when parting is pain?
Let's drink but to meeting—and meeting again!
To one who never murmurs, who gives fealty and faith un
stinted, who would willingly die if I mightlive—my dog!