The flame of the inn is dim tonight,Too many vacant chairs.The sun has lost too much of its light,Too many songs have taken flight,Too many ghosts on the stairs.Charon, here's to you as man against man,I wish I could pick 'em the way you can!

Tigana, let my memory ofyou be like a blade in mysoul.

Here's champagne for our real friends, and real pain for our sham friends.

Some hae meat and canna eat And some wad eat that want it But we hae meat and we can eat And sae the Lord be thankit.

Here is a toast that I want to give To a fellow I'll never know To the fellow who's going to take my place When it's time for me to go.

Here's to your good health and your family's good health and may you all live long and prosper.