|May the Lord welcome you in Heaven, at least an hour before the Devil knows you're dead
|Here's to the wings of love,|
may they never molt a feather,
till your little shoes and my big boots are under the bed together.
|May God not weaken your hand|
Irish: N¬?r laga Dia do l¬?mh
Pronunciation: Nar lah-ga Djee-ah dhu lawv
|May we be alive at this same time again|
Irish: Go mbeirim?åd beo ar an am seo ar?ås
Pronunciation: Guh mer-i-meedh bee-oh er an am shu areesh
|The test of Gold is Fire. The test of Truth is Time.|
The test of God's love are the heavens above, and everything sublime.
Treasures in life are many, dreams realized but few,
but I know the test of God's goodness, is when he gave me a friend like you.
|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.
|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 troubles be less and your blessings be more.|
And nothing but happiness come through your door.
|May your right hand always be stretched out in friendship, and never in want
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