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 you both live as long as you want, And never want as long as you live.
May your glasses be ever full. May the roof over your heads be always strong. And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.
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.
As you slide down the bannister of life, May the splinters never point the wrong way.
May the joys of today Be those of tomorrow. The goblets of life Hold no dregs of sorrow.
May the luck of the Irish possess you. May the devil fly off with your worries. May God bless you forever and ever.
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.
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 hearts 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.
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.
Wherever you do and whatever you do, May the luck of the Irish be there with you.
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.
May the strength of three be in your journey.
May your right hand always Be stretched out in friendship And never in want.
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.
May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.
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 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!
May I see you grey And combing your grandchildren's hair.
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.
May you see each other through many dark days, and make all the rest a little brighter.
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.