Irish Blessings, Sayings and Songs

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 be inHeaven a half hour before theDevil knows you're dead!

When Irish eyes are smiling,Tis like a morn in spring.

With a lilt of Irish laughterYou can hear the angels sing

When Irish hearts are happy All the world is bright and gay

When Irish eyes are smiling Sure, they steal your heart away.

May your blessings outnumber

The shamrocks that grow,

And may trouble avoid youWherever you go.

There are many good reasons for drinking,

One has just entered my head.

If a man doesn't drink when he's living,

How in the hell can he drink when he's dead?

May the best day of your past

Be the worst day of your future.

I'm looking over a four leaf clover

That I overlooked before

One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain,

Third is the roses that grow in the lane.

No need explaining the one remaining

Is somebody I adore.

I'm looking over a four leaf clover

That I overlooked before.

May you live to be a hundred years

With one extra year to repent.

May those who love us, love us

And those who don't love us,

May God turn their hearts

And if he can't turn their hearts,

May he turn their ankles

So we will know them by their limping!

As you slide down the banister of life,

May the splinters never point in the wrong direction!

May luck be our companion

May friends stand by our side

May history remind us all

Of Ireland's faith and pride.

May God bless us with happiness

May love and faith abide.

Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter

Lullabies, dreams, and love ever after.

Poems and songs with pipes and drums

A thousand welcomes when anyone comes.

That's the Irish for you!

There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,

'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;

And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,

And with dew from his eye often wet it.

It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,

And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.

May your neighbors respect you,

Troubles neglect you,

The angels protect you,

And Heaven accept you.

May you have:A world of wishes at your command

God and his angels close at hand

Friends and family their love impart,

And Irish blessings in you heart.

May God grant you many years to live,

For sure he must be knowing

The earth has angels all to few

And Heaven is overflowing.

These things I warmly wish to you-

Someone to love

Some work to do

A bit o' sun

A bit o' cheer

And a guardian angel always near.

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 your pockets be heavy and your heart be light,

May good luck pursue you each morning and night.

O Ireland isn't it grand you look like a bride in her rich adornin?

And with all the pent up love of my heartI bid you the top o' the mornin!