Here are a few toasts...most are of Irish origin:

Here's to Dan Cupid, the little squirt
He's lost his pants, he's lost his shirt
He's lost most everything but his aim
Which shows that love is a losing game

Here's to love and unity
Dark corners and opportunity

Here's to the maid who is thrifty
And knows it's folly to yearn
And picks a lover of fifty
Because he has money to burn

Here's to the pictures on my desk.  May they never meet.

Here's to Eve, mother of our race
Who wore a fig leaf in just the right place
And here's to Adam--daddy of us all
Who was Johnny-on-the-spot when the leaves began to fall

As to the gal who lives on the hill
She won't but her sister will
So here's to her sister

Here's to you so sweet and so good
God made you and I wish I could

Here's to the man that kisses his wife
And kisses his wife alone
For there's many a man that kisses another man's wife
When he ought to be kissing his own
And here's to the man that kisses his child
And kisses his child alone
For there's many a man who kisses another man's child
When he thinks he's kissing his own

A social glass
And a social lass
Go very well together.
But a social lass
With a social ass
I think a damn sight better.
Here's to glass,
The lass and the ass
May we meet in all kinds of weather.
Where we will drink of the glass
And feel of the ass
And make the lass feel a damn sight better!

That's one worth remembering!!