1934 What Shall We Drink by Magnus Bredenbek

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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!