|May the roof above us never fall in.|
And may the friends gathered below it never fall out.
|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 a mouse never leave you'r meal bag with a tear in it's eye
|Here's to a sweetheart, a bottle, and a friend. The first beautiful, the second full, the last ever faithful.
|May your neighbors respect you, trouble neglect you, the angels protect you, and heaven accept you.|
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.
|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 the light of friendship guide your paths together.|
May the laughter of children grace the halls of your home.
May the joy of living for one another trip a smile from your lips, a twinkle from your eye.
|And when eternity beckons, at the end of a life heaped high with love,|
May the good Lord embrace you with the arms that have nurtured you
the whole length of your joy-filled days.
|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 live to be a hundred years, With one extra year to repent!
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