May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you

May the curse of Mary Malone and her nine blind illegitimate children
chase you so far over the hills of Damnation
that the Lord himself can't find you with a telescope.

Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those who have stuck by you.

May your dreams come true,
your prayers be answered,
your friends be abundant
and as wonderful as you

When the eagle shall nest in the hollow glen
When mountain and fen shall from mists be free
When the priests shall no longer for gold be seeking
The crow shall be speaking as plain as we

If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton,
you may as well dance with it

'Tis better to buy a small bouquet
And give to your friend this very day,
Than a bushel of roses white and red
To lay on his coffin after he's dead.

May you always come more than you go.

May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.

May there be a generation of children
On the children of your children.

Many times man lives and dies
Between his two eternities,
That of race and that of soul
And ancient Ireland knew it all.

May the Blessings of the Light be on you,
Light Without and Light Within.

Here's to you, as good as you are.
Here's to me as bad as I am.
As good as you are and as bad as I am,
I'm as good as you are, as bad as I am.

May the Lord keep you in His hand
And never close His fist too tight.

May you have warm words on a cold evening,
a full moon on a dark night,
and a smooth road all the way to your door.

Ireland, it's the one place on earth
That heaven has kissed
With melody, mirth,
And meadow and mist.

May the leprechauns dance over your bed
and bring you sweet dreams.

May you live to be a hundred years,
With one extra year to repent!

May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings,
slow to make enemies, quick to make friends.
But rich or poor, quick or slow,
may you know nothing but happiness,
from this day forward.

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.

May God grant you many years to live,
For sure He must be knowing
The earth has angels all too few
And heaven is overflowing.

May there always be work for your hands to do.
May your purse always hold a coin or two.
May the sun always shine warm on your windowpane.
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.
May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.

Here's to you and here's to me.
May we never disagree.
But should we start to fight and 'cuss,
Here's to me.
Here's to it and for it and do it again.
For those that get to it
And refuse to do it,
May never get to it
To do it again.

Ever tried? Ever failed?
No matter. Try Again.
Fail again. Fail better

There are good ships and there are wood ships,
the ships that sail the sea.
But the best ships are friendships,
and may they always be.

May God grant you always...
A sunbeam to warm you,
A moonbeam to charm you,
A sheltering angel, so nothing can harm you.
Laughter to cheer you,
Faithful friends near you.
And whenever you pray,
Heaven to hear you.

To live above with the Saints we love,
Ah, that is the purest glory.
To live below with the Saints we know,
Ah, that is another story.

May the road rise up before you,
and the wind be always at your back,
and the good Lord hold you in the hollow of his hands.

May you have length with your days,
and strength with your step,
and may each season have a reason
to celebrate your faith in mankind!

Always remember that hindsight
is the best insight to foresight.

May your troubles be less
And your blessings be more.
And nothing but happiness
Come through your door.

May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.

It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow
than to spend tonight like there's no money.

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

May your blessings outnumber
The Shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.

May the grass grow long on the road to Hell for want of use.

Here's health to your enemies' enemies!

May you have the hindsight to know where you've been,
the foresight to know where you're going,
and the insight to know when you're going too far.

May the good saints protect you
And bless you today,
And may troubles ignore you
Each step of the way.

Health and a long life to you.
Land without rent to you.
A child every year to you.
And if you can't go to heaven,
May you at least die in Ireland.

When Irish eyes are smiling,
You know there is something afoot.

Bless you and yours
As well as the cottage you live in.
May the roof overhead be well thatched
And those inside be well matched.

May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.