Some people will tell you that drinking is a curse
And others say if truth be told you should quench the selfish thirst
Some drink when the lights are low, for friendships once held high
I'll drink to you now, drink up until I'm dry
Some drink when they are christened
Some drink when they are wed
Some roll their eyes, undignified
Drink up the days they dread
Some drink when the fires are low
Winter warmed with summer wine
I'll drink to you here now, drink up until I'm dry
Some drink to the soldiers lying, to the last words on their lips
Some drink their deserts dead and dry, then drown their hopes like fish
Some drink when the lights are low, new comforts they might find
I'll drink to you here now, drink up until I'm dry
Some drink in jubilation, some drink in with simple joy
Some drink in haste, truly waste the time that they employ
Some drown in their sorrows or sins, drink to a faith once held high
I'll drink to you now, drink till the day I die
Some drink to the harvest moon, some drink to the workers wage
Some drink to their mothers, founding fathers
To the children come of age
I'll drink till all wealth is shared
Fair and equal amounts to men
I'll drink mine up, then drink till it's shared out again