Come, sit we by the fireside
And roundly drink we hear,
Till that we see our cheeks all dyed
And noses tanned with beer.

Source: Robert Herrick

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all that we will know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you and I sigh.

Source: William Butler Yeats

As the green hills of home are drenched with raindrops
Like a mother's tears of joy when her child
comes home from the sea,
So does my heart weep
when we are sometimes parted, you from me.

Therefore let us make this pact, to let love bind us, one to another,
To always return, 'ere the green hills' grasses turn brown.

May we live in peace without weeping.
May our joy outline the lives we touch without ceasing.
And may our love fill the world, angel wings tenderly beating.

But the greatest love-the love above all loves,
Even greater than that of a mother...
Is the tender, passionate, undying love,
Of one beer drunken slob for another.

Source: Irish love ballad