Drinking Toasts

MacThoys are known for their robust and flourished salutes but especially for the MacThoy Round Robin Drinking Toasts.

It begins with a MacThoi at the campfire giving a toast.  This is called the Joice. (Mocktoys--friends of the Clan or pretenders to the Clan-- may also start the Robin.  It is an excellent opportunity for them to charm their way into the tribe.--ed)

The Clan responds with a Rejoice, traditionally a Huzzah! or Up Yours! tho' improvising is encouraged and all but expected. 

("Rejoice" is the only remnant of the word "Joice" that is left to us.  The latter word having been lost as part of the Puritan purges against the Clan MacThoy.--ed)

Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow, / You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow. /Best, while you have it, use your breath: /There is no drinking after death. /Wine works the heart up, wakes up the wit; /There is no cure ‘gainst age but it. / It helps the headache, cough, and tisic, /And is for all disease physic. /Then let us swill, boys, for our health; /Who drinks well, loves the commonwealth /And he that will to bed go sober, /Falls with the leaf still in October. –John Fletcher

Next is the Coupla or the Joiner.  Here another rises with a challenge or greater toast. It is an act of defiance to the original toaster. The skill lies in not directly offending but to create such a robust rival as to put the preceding toast to shame.

At this point the original Joicer may offer another toast or another at the fire may rise and salute. This is the Rejoiner and is usually a synthesis of the first two salutes but also raises the stakes another notch.

It continues in this style with intervening Huzzahs! Until the Robin is called to an end. 

Some toasts popular with the Clan.

--Here's to our wives and girlfriends. May they never meet.

--Here's to a long life and merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty boy and a willing one.
A cold beer--and another one.

--May you live as long as you want
And never want as long as you live

--When we drink, we get drunk.
We we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we don't sin.
When we don't sin, we go to heaven.
So let's all get drunk and go to heaven.

--Here's to living single and drinking double.

--For every wound, a balm.
For every sorrow, a cheer.
For every storm, a calm.
For every thirst, a beer.

--A toast to your coffin.
May it be of 100 year old oak.
And may we plant the tree tomorrow.

Someday soon I'll be a cadaver
And you'll have no more of my witty palaver
When I pass on, I'll stink, 'tis true
Until that day I shall drink with you!
--Laird Og's Toast


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