May those who love us, love us
And those who don’t,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn’t turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles so we’ll know
Them by their limping.
The secret of the Irish is to live a long time without growing old.
The day God created the Irish
He didn’t do another thing except sit down and smile.
May you be in Heaven a half hour before the devil knows you’re dead.
May you live to be a hundred years,
With one extra year to repent.
May God bring good health to your enemies’ enemies.
May your blessings be many,
Your troubles be few.
May the love in your hearts
Forever be true.
May your mornings bring joy.
And your evenings bring peace.
May your troubles grow few.
And your blessings increase.
May your home always be too small
To hold all of your friends.
Dance as if no one were watching.
Sing as if no one were listening.
Live each day as if it’s your last.
Bless us with good food,
The gift of gab.
And hearty laughter.
May the love and joy
Be with us
May your troubles be less
And your blessings be more.
And nothing but happiness
Comes through your door.
May the road rise to meet you;
May the wind be always at your back;
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
The rains fall softly upon your fields;
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
May you live as long as you want;
and not want as long as you live.
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 the best day of your past
Be the worst day of your future.
May your neighbors respect you,
Troubles neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.