Three more cheers, as we raise our beers
and drink away all our fears, along side
with close friends and peers.
Lets make a toast, to the host,
to the fool who can drink the most,
or the one who when drunk likes to boast.
A drunken mind speaks a sober thought,
forget these times with you I could not,
so hurry up and pour me a shot.
May we never slow down, forever tip the Crown,
drink away any frown,
and in happiness may our sorrows drown.
The last beer is never really the last,
No matter what we had a blast,
Although it all went by so fast,
Together again we will soon be trashed.