A toast...

[Joseph E. Smith]

A toast!

To the woman I love
Who wears red shoes
She smokes all my pot
And drinks all my booze
She spends all my money
But that is no sin
For she still has the box
That the cherry came in.

[fearfaoin]

A toast!
To the woman I love....

Oh, we're going there are we?...

Here's to the girl at the top of the hill.
She won't, but her sister will.

Now here's to her sister, from Petticoat Street
The sweetest thing you'll ever meet
And when she kisses, she kisses so sweet
She makes things stand that have no feet.


We love the girls that do,
We like the girls that don't.
We shun the girls that say they will,
And then decide they won't
But the girl that we like most of all
(And I think you know I'm right)
Is the girl who says, "I usually don't,
But just for you, I might!"

[Joseph E. Smith]

A toast!

Here's to the three rings of marriage,
First, to the engagement ring,
Second, the wedding ring,
And thirdly, the suffer-ring.

[Joseph E. Smith]

A toast!

May your coffin be built with 100 year old oak,
And may the acorn be planted tomorrow.

[Bubbie]

A toast!

Here's to you and here's to me,
and if by chance we don't agree,
the hell with you and here's to me!


Over the lips and past the gums,
look out stomach, here it comes.

[Innocent Bystander]

But the girl that we like most of all
(And I think you know I'm right)
Is the girl who says, "I usually don't,
But just for you, I might!"

Alternative version:

"Are the girls who say they never will
But look as though they might. "

[Joseph E. Smith]

May the road rise to meet you,
But not too quickly.
May God hold you in the palm of his hand,
And not break into spontaneous applause.
And may the wind at your back,
Always be your own.

[fearfaoin]

May your coffin be built with 100 year old oak,
And may the acorn be planted tomorrow.

I like that one.

[whistleboy]

Here's to the game they call "Ten Toes"
It's known throughout the town
The lasses play with ten toes UP
The lads with ten toes DOWN

[WyoBadger]

A toast!

May your coffin be built with 100 year old oak,
And may the acorn be planted tomorrow.

Good one.

[Joseph E. Smith]

There are good ships, and wood ships,
Ships that sail the sea.
But the best ships, are friendships,
And may they forever be.