A sunbeam to warm you, Good luck 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.
Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.
Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.
Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.
An Old Irish recipe for Longevity:
Leave the table hungry.
Leave the bed sleepy.
Leave the table thirsty.
As the sun rises gold
Over the Emerald Isle,
May your oat's hot steam
Warm your hard work smile.
As you slide down the banister of life,
May the splinters never point the wrong way!
A world of wishes at your command,
God and his angels close at hand,
Friends and family, their love impart,
And Irish blessings in your heart!
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.
But rich or poor,
Quick or slow,
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.
Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears;
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
Count your health instead of your wealth;
Love your neighbor as much as yourself.
For each petal on the shamrock
This brings a wish your way,
Good health, good luck, and happiness
For today and every day.
Get on your knees
And thank the Lord
You're on your feet!
God bless the corners of this house
and all the lintel blessed,
And bless the hearth
and bless the board
and bless each place of rest,
And bless each door that opens wide
to strangers as to kin,
And bless each crystal window pane
that lets the starlight in,
And bless the rooftree overhead
and every sturdy wall.
The peace of man.
The peace of God.
With peace and love for all.
God grant that I may live to fish until my dying day.
And when my finial Cast is made I humbly Pray,
when in the Lord's landing net I am peacefully asleep,
that in His Mercy, I be judged "As Good Enough to Keep."
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.
Near a misty stream in Ireland
in the hollow of a tree
Live mystical, magical leprechauns
who are clever as can be.
With pointed ears, turned up toes
and little coats of green,
The leprechauns make their shoes,
trying hard to ne'er be seen.
Only those who really believe
have seen these little elves.
If you believe and look with your heart,
you can see them yourselves.
Here's that we may always have a clean shirt,
A clean conscience,
And a guinea in our pocket.
Here's to your coffin!
May your coffin have six handles of finest silver!
May your coffin be carried by six fair young maids!
And may your coffin be made of finest wood
from a 100-year-old tree,
that I'll go plant tomorrow!
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!
Here's to the four hinges of society.
May you fight, steal, lie and drink.
When you fight, may you fight for your country.
When you steal, may you steal away from bad company.
When you lie, may you lie at the side of your sweetheart.
And when you drink, may you drink with me.
Here's to you and here's to me
I pray that friends we'll always be,
But if by chance we disagree,
The heck with you and here's to me!
Like the goodness of the five loaves and two fishes,
Which God divided among the five thousand men,
May the blessing of the King who so divided
Be upon our share of this common meal.
May brooks and trees and singing hills
Join in the chorus, too.
And every gentle wind that blows
Send happiness to you.
May dawn find you awake and alert,
approaching your new day with dreams,
possibilities, and promises.
May evening find you gracious and fulfilled.
May you go into the night blessed,
sheltered, and protected.
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 God grant you always...
A sunbeam to warm you,
A moonbeam to charm you,
A sheltering angel, so nothing can harm you.
May good luck be your friend
In whatever you do.
And may trouble be always
A stranger to you.
May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.
May I see you gray
And combing your grandchildren's hair.
May luck be our companion,
May friends stand by our side,
May history remind us all
Of Ireland's faith and price.
May peace and plenty be the first
To lift the latch on your door,
And happiness be guided to your home
By the candle of Christmas.
May the blessings of light be upon you,
Light without and light within,
And in all your comings and goings,
May you ever have a kindly greeting
From them you meet along the road.
May the cool rain quench your flowers' thirst
Renew your spirit,
And wash your troubles away.
May the enemies of Ireland never meet a friend.
May the face of every good news
And the back of every bad news
Be toward us.
May the frost never afflict your spuds.
May the outside leaves of your cabbage always be free of worms.
May the crow never pick your haystack.
And may your donkey always be in foal.
May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.
May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty.
May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
May the leprechauns be near you
To spread luck along your way.
May the Lord keep you in His hand
And never close His fist too tight.
May the luck of the Irish
Lead to happiest heights
And the highway you travel
Be lined with green lights.
May the most you wish for
Be the least you get.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
May the roof over our heads never fall in.
And may we as friends never fall out.
May the saddest day of your future be no worse
Than the happiest day of your past.
May the sun shine all day long,
Everything go right and nothing go wrong.
May those you love bring love back to you
And may all the wishes you wish come true!
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 there be a generation of children
On the children of your children.
May those who love us love us.
And those that don't love us,
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.
May we live in peace without weeping.
May our joy outline the lives we touch without ceasing.
And may our love fill the world, angel wings tenderly beating.
May you always have walls for the winds,
A roof for the rain, tea beside the fire,
Laughter to cheer you, those you love near you,
And all your heart might desire.
May you always walk in sunshine.
May you never want for more.
May Irish angels rest their wings right beside your door.
May you be buried in a casket made from the wood of a 100 year old oak
That I shall plant tomorrow.
May you be poor in misfortune,
Rich in blessings,
Slow to make enemies,
And quick to make friends.
But rich or poor, quick or slow,
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.
May you get all your wishes but one
so you always have something to strive for!
May you have food and raiment,
A soft pillow for your head,
May you be forty years in heaven
Before the devil knows you're dead.
May you have love that never ends,
Lots of money, and lots of friends
Health be yours, whatever you do
And may God send many blessings to you!
May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.
May you live forever
And may the last words you hear be mine!
May you live to be a hundred
And may I live to sing at your wake!
May you live long,
Die happy,
And rate a mansion in heaven.
May you have
No frost on your spuds,
No worms on your cabbage.
May your goat give plenty of milk.
And if you inherit a donkey,
May she be in foal.
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 you work like you don't need the money,
Love like you've never been hurt, and
Dance like no one is watching.
May your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you wherever you go.
May your day be filled with blessings
Like the sun that lights the sky,
And may you always have the courage
To spread your wings and fly!
May your doctor never earn a dollar out of you,
May your heart never give out,
May the ten toes of your feet steer you clear of misfortune.
And before you're much older,
May you hear much better blessings than this.
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.
May your heart be warm and happy
With the lilt of Irish laughter
Every day in every way
And forever and ever after.
May your home always be too small to hold all your friends.
May your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.
May your past be a pleasant memory,
Your future filled with delight and mystery,
Your now a glorious moment,
That fills your life with deep contentment.
May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light.
May good luck pursue you each morning and night.
May your right hand always
Be stretched out in friendship
And never in want.
May your thoughts be as glad as the shamrocks.
May your heart be as light as a song.
May each day bring you bright happy hours,
That stay with you all year long.
May your troubles be less
And your blessings be more.
And nothing but happiness
Come through your door.
Rye bread will do you good,
Barley bread will do you no harm,
Wheaten bread will sweeten your blood,
Oaten bread will strengthen your arm.
The Irish ne'er walk
But what they dance an Irish fling,
And Irish ne'er talk
But with lilting voices sing.
There are only two kinds of people in the world,
The Irish, and those who wish they were.
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.
There's a dear little plant that grows on our Isle
'Twas Saint Patrick himself sure that set it,
And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile,
And a ear from his eyes oft-times wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
Walls for the wind
And a roof for the rain,
And drinks beside the fire.
Laughter to cheer you
And those you love near you.
And all that your heart may desire.
We're on this Earth together,
And if we would be brothers,
Fight not just on your own behalf
But for the sake of others.
When the wind is howlin' in everyone's ears,
May you hear a soft, lilting breeze.
And if the rain is crashin' down,
May it only be dew at your knees.
If the ground 'neath your feet should quiver and shake,
I hope you'll be standin' with ease.
And never go hungry or wantin' for much;
May God grant you all that you need!
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!
Whenever I dream, it seems I dream Of Erin's rolling hills
Of all its lovely, shimmery lakes and little babbling rills
I hear a Colleen's lilting laugh across a meadow fair
And in my dreams its almost seems to me that I am there
O, Ireland! O', Ireland! We're Never far apart
For you and all your beauty fill my mind and touch my heart.
Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.
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