Here’s to those who wish us well— All the rest can go to hell! HERE’S TO YOU! HERE’S TO ME! ⸻ We set sail from the Harbor Light where the stout runs dark and deep, With a battered map of barroom taps and a promise none could keep. The fiddle sings like a siren’s call, the pipes begin to play, And every pint’s a cannon shot to chase the night away! ⸻ What do we do when the luck runs thin? POUR IT AGAIN! What do we do when the night caves in? SING IT AGAIN! ⸻ Here’s to you, here’s to me, Best damn mates we’ll ever be— But if we ever disagree… F**k you—here’s to me! ⸻ We’ve weathered storms of whiskey shots and mornings none recall, We’ve sang with saints and sinners both in every harbor hall. We’ve danced with devils in the dark and laughed till voices fail— If pride was wind we’d rule the seas with Guinness in our sail! ⸻ When the bartender rings the bell— WE RISE UP! When tomorrow looks like hell— WE DRINK UP! ⸻ Here’s to you, here’s to me, Best damn mates we’ll ever be— But if we ever disagree… F**k you—here’s to me! ⸻ The captain’s got a crooked grin, the crew’s a roaring crowd, We drink like Irish sailors and we sing it fuckin’ loud. We’ll share our last, we’ll steal your chips, we’ll toast you till the dawn— But cross the crew and you’ll be swimmin’ ‘fore the whiskey’s gone! ⸻ So raise it high to reckless nights and songs we half remember, To broken plans and barroom bands and cold St. Patrick’s weather. And if you doubt our sacred toast, just listen when we roar— This drunken oath has steered our ship a thousand nights before! ⸻ Here’s to you, here’s to me, Best damn mates we’ll ever be— But if we ever disagree… F**k you—here’s to me! ⸻ HERE’S TO YOU! HERE’S TO YOU! ONE MORE ROUND! THEN DRINK IT DOWN! HERE’S TO YOU! HERE’S TO ME! ⸻ HAPPY ST. PADDY’S DAY EVERYONE! 🍀🍻