There are several good reasons for drinking – and one has just entered my head. If a man can’t drink when he’s living, then how the hell can he drink when he’s dead.

May the ships at sea never be bottoms up.

Four blessings upon you – Older whiskey – Younger women – Faster horses – More money.

Here’s to all of the women who have used me and abused me – And may they continue to do so!

Here’s to cheating, stealing, fighting, and drinking. If you cheat, may you cheat death. If you steal, may you steal a woman’s heart. If you fight, may you fight for a brother. And if you drink, may you drink with me.

Here’s to the breezes that blow through the treeses, That blow the skirts off of young girls’ kneeses, Which lead to the sights that sometimes pleases, But more often leads to social diseases.

Dance as if no one were watching, Sing as if no one were listening, And live every day as if it were your last.

Here’s to Fire! Not the fire that takes down houses and shanties, But to the fire that takes down trousers and panties!

May the winds of fortune sail you, May you sail a gentle sea. May it always be the other guy who says, “this drink’s on me.”

May you – Work like you don’t need the money, love like you’ve never been hurt, dance like no-one is watching, screw like it’s being filmed, and drink like a true Irishman.