My Toast
In the company of mates and lassies
Whom I have loved more than life itself,
With a hardy measure of Uisga Beatha
Near at hand,
I ask no more than to indulge my fancies
One more time
For the sake of all that has passed
And all that is to come.
Those things are worthy of praise
Now,more precious than before.
And all I ever loved
That surrounds me here,
I thank you.
Slainte
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