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• HERE, 
  With my beer 
  I sit, 
  While golden moments flit: 
  Alas! 
  They pass 
  Unheeded by: 
  And, as they fly, 
  I, 
  Being dry, 
  Sit, idly sipping here 
  My beer.                          [More...]
  
  [George Arnold, "Beer"] 

 

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  Image courtesy of the Amalgamated Printers' Association's 

 

• For every wound, a balm.
  For every sorrow, cheer. 
  For every storm, a calm.
  For every thirst, a beer. 

 

• Times are hard,
  And wages are small,
  So drink more beer,
  And fuck them all. 

 

• Here's to women, beer and song, may none of them be flat.

 

• In heaven there is no beer;
  That's why we drink it here.
  And when we're gone from here,
  Our friends will be drinking all the beer.

  This toast is found in various languages.  I heard it sung in German then in English from a polka band at Six Flags over Mid-America on Father's Day 2002.  Here are the German & Norwegian versions:
   

  In German:

  An Himmel da gibts kein bier;
  Dem trinken vere es hier.
  Und sid vere nixt mer hier,
  Dem trinken dem annen unser bier.
  

  In Norwegian:

  An himmel er ikke ol;
  Sa ma vi drikke sjol.
  Da vi er bort ifra,
  Den venner skal ha de sa bra.

  You may listen to this toast being sung here.  [Sound file courtesy of Smithsonian's Folkways Recordings.  Buy the cd here.]

 

• Glorious! Glorious! 
  One keg of beer for the four of us!
  Glory be to God there are no more of us!
  Because the four of us can drink it alone!