Ireland is where strange tales begin
and happy endings are possible.

May the road rise 
to meet you!



Go n-éirí an bóthar leat
Go raibh an ghaoth go brách ag do chúl
Go lonraí an ghrian go te ar d'aghaidh
Go dtite an bháisteach go mín ar do pháirceanna
Agus go mbuailimid le chéile arís,
Go gcoinní Dia i mbos A láimhe thú. 

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 soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

May misfortune follow you the rest of your life,
but never catch up.

May God give you for every storm, a rainbow.
For every tear, a smile.
For every care, a promise, And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends, A faithful friend to share.
For every sigh, a sweet song.
And an answer for each prayer.

May your laugh, your love and your wine be plenty,
thus your happiness will be nothing less.




I wish you health, I wish you well, and happiness galore.
I wish you luck for you and friends; what could I wish you more?
May your joys be as deep as the oceans, your troubles as light as its foam.
And may you find, sweet peace of mind, where ever you may roam.





May your blessings outnumber
the shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
wherever you go.

May you live a long life
Full of gladness and health,
With a pocket full of gold
As the least of you wealth.
May the dreams you hold dearest,
Be those which come true,
The kindness you spread,
Keep returning to you.

May God bless and keep in good health your enemies, enemies.

Whenever there is happiness
Hope you'll be there too,
Wherever there are friendly smiles
Hope they'll smile on you,
Whenever there is sunshine,
Hope it shines especially for you
to make each day for you as bright as it can be.

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

Mothers [fathers] hold their children's hands for just a little while...
And their hearts forever.

He who loses money, loses much;
He who loses a friend loses more:
He who loses faith, loses all.

A best friend is like a four leaf clover: hard to find and lucky to have.

'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 I see you gray 
And combing your grandchildren's hair.

May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day.
May songbirds serenade you every step along the way.
May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that's always blue.
And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through.

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





May he [she] get all he [she] wishes but one
so he [she] will always have something to strive for!





Here's to life -- ain't it grand.
Just got divorced from my old man.
I laughed and laughed at the court's decision.
They gave him the kids and they ain't even his'n!!





May the ships at sea never be bottoms up.

Dance as if no one were watching,
Sing as if no one were listening,
And live every day as if it were your last.




May your home always be too small to hold all your friends.





May you...
Work like you don't need the money,
Love like you've never been hurt,
Dance like no-one is watching,
Screw like it's being filmed,
And drink like a true Irishman.

God is good, but never dance in a small boat.

Here's to them that sail to sea
And the ladies that stay on land.
May the former be well rigged
And the latter be well manned!

May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light,
May good luck pursue each morning and night.

May his soul be forever tormented by fire
And his bones be dug up by dogs
And dragged through the streets of Minneapolis.
--Humorist Garrison Keillor

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 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 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.




The reason the Irish are always fighting each other
Is they have no other worthy opponents.



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 a fellow who smiles
When life runs along like a song.
And here's to the lad who can smile
When everything goes dead wrong.




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 the Good Lord take a liking to you,
... but not too soon!



As you slide down the banister of life,
May the splinters never point the wrong way.




An old Irish recipe for longevity:
Leave the table hungry.
Leave the bed sleepy.
Leave the table thirsty.




Here's to temperance supper,
With water in glasses tall,
And coffee and tea to end with-
And me not there at all!




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.




If you're enough lucky to be Irish...
You're lucky enough!



'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 the blessings of each day
Be the blessings you need most.



Life is like a cup of tea,
it's all in how you make it!





We cannot share this sorrow
If we haven't grieved a while.
Nor can we feel another's joy
Until we've learned to smile.




I complained that I had no shoes
Until I met a man who had no feet.



It's easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song.
But the man worth while is the one who can smile
When everything goes dead wrong.





For the test of the heart is trouble
And it always comes with years.
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth
Is the smile that shines through the tears.



What is Irish diplomacy?
It's the ability to tell a man to go to hell,
So that he will look forward to making the trip.




St. Patrick was a gentleman
Who through strategy and stealth
Drove all the snakes from Ireland.
Here's toasting to his health.
But not too many toastings 
Lest you lose yourself and then
Forget the good St. Patrick
And see all those snakes again.





May the enemies of Ireland never meet a friend.

When the first light of sun-Bless you
When the long day is done-Bles you
In your smiles and your tears-Bless you
Through each day of your years-Bless you.

An Irish method for tackling problems:
There comes a time when you must take the bull
By the tail and face the situation squarely.





May the leprechauns be near you,
To spread luck along your way.
And may all the Irish angels,
Smile upon you St. Patrick's Day.




May the joys of today
Be those of tomorrow.
The goblets of life
Hold no dregs of sorrow.





May the saddest day of your future be no worse
Than the happiest day of your past.




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.



An Irishman is never drunk as long as
He can hold onto one blade of grass and not
Fall off the face of the earth.



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 live long,
Die happy,
And rate a mansion in heaven.




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 luck of the Irish possess you.
May the devil fly off with your worries.
May God bless you forever and ever.




Ireland, sir, for good or evil,
No other place under Heaven.
And no man can touch its sod 
Or breathe its air without becoming
Better or worse.



There are only two kinds of people in the world, The Irish
And those who wish they were.

May there always be work for your hands to do; 
may your purse always hold a coin or two; 
may the sun always shine on your windowpane; 
may a rainbow be certain to follow each rain; 
may the hand of a friend always be near you; 
may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

You're not as young as you used to be.
But...
You're not as old as you're going to be.
So watch it!




Do not resent growing old.
Many are denied the privilege.





Here's to you and yours
And to mine and ours.
And if mine and ours 
Ever come across to you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do
As much for mine and ours
As mine and ours have done 
For you and yours!



May the most you wish for
Be the least you get.





May the luck of the Irish
Lead to happiest heights
And the highway you travel
Be lined with green lights.




Grant me a sense of humor, Lord,
The saving grace to see a joke,
To win some happiness from life,
And pass it on to other folk.




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




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




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.



For each petal on the shamrock
This brings a wish your way-
Good health, good luck, and happiness
For today and every day.




May your heart be warm and happy
With the lilt of Irish laughter
Every day in every way
And forever and ever after.



Now sweetly lies old Ireland
Emerald green beyond the foam,
Awakening sweet memories,
Calling the heart back home.



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 brooks and trees and singing hills
Join in the chorus, too.
And every gentle wind that blows
Send happiness to you.



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. 
-William Butler Yeats 



The problem with some people is that 
when they aren't drunk they're sober. 
-William Butler Yeats




A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. 
A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat.
So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote. 
-William Butler Yeats




May you live all the days of your life.
- Jonathan Swift




Here's to beefsteak when you're hungry,
Whiskey when you're dry,
All the women you'll ever want,
And heaven when you die.




Here's to fine wine, women, and song.
And here's to workdays that aren't too long.
Here's to shoes that always fit.
And here's to you, you silly shit! 





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 the roof above us never fall in.
And may the friends gathered below it never fall out.



Here's to a sweetheart, a bottle, and a friend.
The first beautiful, the second full, the last ever faithful.



Forsake not an old friend, for the new is not comparable to him. 
A new friend is as new wine: when it is old, thou shalt drink it with pleasure.





Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.





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 the face of every good news
And the back of every bad news
Be toward us.




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 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.




The health of all Ireland
and of County Mayo,
And when that much is dead,
may we still be on the go.

From the County of Meath,
the health of the hag.
Not of her but her drink
is the reason we brag.

Your health one and all,
from one wall to the other,
And you outside there-
speak up, brother!



May the strength of three be in your journey.




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 your right hand always 
Be stretched out in friendship
And never in want.




May there be a fox on your fishing hook
And a hare on your bait
And may you kill no fish
Until St. Brigid's Day.





"I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society,
except that which makes to road safer, the beer stronger, 
the old men and women warmer in the winter, and happier in the summer."
-Brendan Behan




Here's a toast to your enemies' enemies! 




Who is a friend but someone to toast,
Someone to gibe, someone to roast.
My friends are the best friends
Loyal, willing and able.
Now let's get to drinking!
Glasses off the table!




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

May the friendships you make, Be those which endure,

And all of your grey clouds be small ones for sure.

And trusting in Him To Whom we all pray,

May a song fill your heart, Every step of the way.

May the enemies of Ireland never meet a friend.




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.




Here's that we may always have
A clean shirt
A clean conscience
And a punt in our pocket.




Here's to health and prosperity,
To you and all your posterity.
And them that doesn't drink with sincerity,
That they may be damned for all eternity!




Rye bread will do you good,
Barely bread will do you no harm,
Wheaten bread will sweeten your blood,
Oaten bread will strengthen your arm.



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




May I see you gray
And combing your grandchildren's hair.





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




May your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.





Mothers [fathers] hold their children's hands for just a little while...
And their hearts forever.




Here's a health to all those that we love,
Here's a health to all those that love us,
Here's a health to all those that love them... 
that love those 
that love them 
that love those
that love us.



May your neighbors respect you,
trouble neglect you,
angels protect you,
and heaven accept you!



May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty.




Irish curse:
Morning screams to you.



Irish curse:
Cold days and nights without a fire to you.




May you get all your wishes but one
so you always have something to strive for!



Here's to thee and me and aw' on us!
May we ne'er want naught, none of us!
Neither thee nor me nor anybody else,
Aw on us--nawn on us.



God speed the Plow and bless the Cornmow.




Merry met, and merry part,
I drink to thee with all my 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.



Get on your knees
and thank the Lord
you're on your feet.



"It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow
then to spend tonight like there's no money."
--P.J. O'Rourke




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.