A Toast To Living In This Time And Place
Hark! Mine gut rumbling marks the hour to sup upon sweet meat and spirits. Let us gorge and inebriate ourselves in the glory of good times and friendship! Let no morsel be left to spoil and no drink be left to waste, for tonight we indulge in our wanton lust for living as kings.
Oh, what more diversion can a man desire
Than to sit'em down by an old turf fire.
Upon his knee a pretty wench
And on the table a jug of punch!
(from 'Jug Of Punch', an Irish drinking song)
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