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• A Gaelic Christening Blessing
Dearest Father in Heaven,
Bless this child and bless this day
Of new beginnings.
Smile upon this child
And surround this child, Lord,
With the soft mantle of your love.
Teach this child to follow in your footsteps,
And to live life in the ways of
Love, faith, hope and charity.


• A Wedding Toast
Here's to lying, cheating, stealing, and drinking.
If you lie, may you lie together.
If you cheat, may you cheat the devil.
If you steal, may you steal each other's hearts.
And if you drink, may we all drink to your happiness.

• An Old Celtic Blessing
May the blessing of light be on you—
light without and light within.
May the blessed sunlight shine on you
and warm your heart
till it glows like a great peat fire.

• A Wish for a Friend
Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers—
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours—
Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through!


• An Old Cradle Song
Sleep, my babe, lie still and slumber,
All through the night
Guardian angels God will lend thee,
All through the night
Soft and drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
Mother dear her watch is keeping,
All through the night
God is here, you'll not be lonely,
All through the night
'Tis not I who guards thee only,
All through the night
Night's dark shades will soon be over,
Still my watchful care shall hover,
God with me His watch is keeping,
All through the night.


• An Irish Prayer
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.


• Bless This House
Bless this house, o Lord, we pray.
Make it safe by night and day.
Bless these walls so firm and stout,
Keeping want and trouble out.
Bless the roof and chimney tall,
Let thy peace lie over all.
Bless the doors that they may prove
Ever open to joy and love.
Bless the windows shining bright,
Letting in God's heavenly light.
Bless the hearth a-blazing there,
With smoke ascending like a prayer.
Bless the people here within...
Keep them pure and free from sin.
Bless us all, that one day, we
May be fit, O lord, to dwell with Thee.


• Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there... I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow...
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight...
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there... I did not die...

• Irish Marriage Blessing
May God be with you and bless you.
May you see your children's children.
May you be poor in misfortunes and rich in blessings.
May you know nothing but happiness from this day forward.


• Remembered Joy
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free!
I follow the plan God laid for me.
I saw His face, I heard His call,
I took His hand and left it all...
I could not stay another day,
To love, to laugh, to work or play;
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
And if my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss...
Ah yes, these things I, too, shall miss.
My life's been full, I've savoured much:
Good times, good friends, a loved-one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief—
Don't shorten yours with undue grief.
Be not burdened with tears of sorrow,
Enjoy the sunshine of the morrow.


In Time of Sorrow...
May you see God's light on the path ahead
When the road you walk is dark.
May you always hear,
Even in your hour of sorrow,
The gentle singing of the lark.
When times are hard may hardness
Never turn your heart to stone,
May you always remember
when the shadows fall—
You do not walk alone.





A family of Irish birth will argue and fight
But let a shout come from without and see them all unite.

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

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

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.

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

As you slide down the banister of life,
May the splinters never point in the wrong direction!

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.

Catch the moments as they fly
And use them as ye ought man,
Believer me happiness I shy
And comes not aye when sought man.

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

Do not resent growing old
For many are denied the privilege.

Erin Go Bragh Bring my pipe and fill its bowl,
That I may puff to sooth my soul. For it is sure to clear my brain,
And bring old memories back again!

Enough faith and courage in yourself to banish sadness.
Enough wealth to meet your needs.
And one thing more: enough determination to make each day a more wonderful day than the day before.

Five frogs are sitting on a log. Four decide to jump. How many are left? Answer: 5
Why? Because there's a difference between deciding doing.

Friend of my soul, this goblet sip
'twill chase the pensive tear.
'Tis not so sweet as woman's lip
but oh, 'tis more sincere.

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

God bless all those that I love;
God bless all those that love me;
God bless all those that love those that I love,
And all those that love those that love me.

Health, and long life to you
Land without rent to you
The partner of your heart to you
and when you die, may your bones rest in Ireland!

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!

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

Here's to Eve the mother of us all,
And here's to Adam who was Johnny on the spot when the leaf began to fall.

Here's to the bull that roams through the wood,
and does all the heifer's so very much good,
for if it was nay for him, and his little red rod,
there'd be none of here could eat steak by God.

Here's to me, and here's to you,
And here's to love and laughter-
I'll be true as long as you,
And not one moment after.

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

Here's to me, and here's to you,
And here's to love and laughter-
I'll be true as long as you,
And not one moment after.

Here's to our wives and girlfriends:
May they never meet.

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!

Here's to women's kisses
and to whiskey, amber clear
Not as sweet as a woman's kiss
but a darn sight more sincere.

Here's to women's kisses
and to whiskey, amber clear
Not as sweet as a woman's kiss
but a darn sight more sincere.

I complained I had no shoes
until I met a man who had no feet.

I have known many
liked not a few
loved only one
so this toast's for you.

I drink to your health when I'm with you,
I drink to your health when I'm alone,
I drink to your health so often,
I'm starting to worry about my own.

If you hold a four-leaf shamrock in your left hand at dawn on St. Patrick's Day
you get what you want very much but haven't wished for.

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

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.

It is better to be lucky than rich.
It is better to be lucky than wise.
It is better to be lucky than to be an early riser.

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!

May all the giant hearts be tall as day,
may all your winter nights be warm as may.

May God be with you and bless you,
May you see your children's children,
May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings.
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.

May God grant you always...
A sunbeam to warm you,
A moonbeam to charm you,
A sheltering angel, so nothing can harm you.

May God grant you many years to live,
For sure he must be knowing
The earth has angels all too few
And Heaven is overflowing.
May good luck be your friend
In whatever you do
And may trouble be always
A stranger to you.

May good luck be your friend
In whatever you do
And may trouble be always
A stranger to you.

May God grant you many years to live,
For sure he must be knowing
The earth has angels all too few
And Heaven is overflowing.
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.

May St. Patrick guard you wherever you go,
and guide you in whatever you do--
and may his loving protection be a blessing to you always.

May the best day of your past
Be the worst day of your future.

May the blessings of each day be the blessings you need most,
May the most you wish for be the least you get.

May the blessing of the great rains be on you,
may they beat upon your spirit
and wash it fair and clean,
and leave there many a shining pool
where the blue of heaven shines,
and sometimes a star.

May the blessing of the rain be on you—
the soft sweet rain.
May it fall upon your spirit
so that all the little flowers may spring up,
and shed their sweetness on the air.

May the enemies of Ireland never eat bread nor drink whiskey,
but be afflicted with itching without the benefit of scratching.

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 the lilt of lush laughter lighten ever road,
May the midst of Irish magic shorten every road.
May you taste the sweetest pleasures
that fortune ever bestowed,
And may all your friends remember
all the favours you are owed.

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

May the love and protection St. Patrick can give -
Be yours in abundance as long as you live.

May the raindrops fall lightly on your brow.
May the soft winds freshen your spirit.
May the sunshine brighten your heart
May the burdens of the day rest lightly upon you.
And may God enfold you in the mantle of His love.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be 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 palm of His hand.

May the roof above you never fall in
And those gathered beneath it never fall out.

May the wind always be 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 palm of His hand.

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.

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!

May the raindrops fall lightly on your brow.
May the soft winds freshen your spirit.
May the sunshine brighten your heart
May the burdens of the day rest lightly upon you.
And may God enfold you in the mantle of His love.
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 palm of His hand.

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

May the winds of fortune sail you
May you sail a gentle sea.
May it always be the other guy who says, and this drink's on me.

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.

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 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 always have work for your hands to do.
May your pockets hold always a coin or two.
May the sun shine bright on your window pane.
May the 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 always walk in sunshine.
May you never want for more.
May Irish angels rest their wings right beside your door.

May you be poor in misfortunes and rich in blessings.
May you know nothing but happiness from this day forward.
May the road rise up to meet you.

May you be rich in blessings, poor in misfortune,
Slow to make enemies, quick to make friends.
But rich or poor, slow or quick,
May you know nothing but happiness from this day forward.

May you die in bed at 95 years
Shot by a jealous wife.

May you get all your wishes but one,
So you always have something to strive for.

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 your heart.
May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.

May you have enough happiness to keep you sweet.
Enough trials to keep you strong.
Enough sorrows to keep you human.
Enough hope to keep you happy.
Enough failure to keep you humble.
Enough success to keep you eager.
Enough friends to give you comfort.

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 you have love that never ends,
lots of money, and lots of friends.
Health be yours, whatever you do,
and may God send many blessings to you!

May you have the hindsight to know where you've been
the foresight to know where you're going
and the insight to know when you've gone too far.

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 you live to be a hundred years
With one extra year to repent.

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,
May you live to be a hundred years
With one extra year to repent.
May your blessings outnumber
The shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.

May you never find trouble
All crowdin' and shovin'
But always good fortune
All smilin' and lovin'

May you never forget what is worth remembering,
Or remember what is best forgotten.

May you never make an enemy
When you could make a friend
Unless you meet a fox among your chickens.

May you taste the sweetest pleasures that fortune ere bestowed
and may all your friends remember all the favours you are owed.

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

May your glass be ever full
May the roof over your head be always strong.

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

May your heart be light,
And may good luck pursue you
Each morning and night.

May your joys be as bright as the morning,
And your sorrows merely be shadows that fade,
In the sunlight of love.

May your neighbours respect you,
Troubles neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And Heaven accept you.

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

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

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 the year long.

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

My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flower that grows
You may search everywhere
But none can compare to my wild Irish rose
My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flower that grows
Someday for my sake she may let me take
A bloom from my wild Irish rose.

Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God
May you live to be a hundred years
With one extra year to repent.

Ode to Beer
Of all my favorite things to do,
The utmost is to have a brew.
My love grows for my friend, with each thirst-quenching elbow bend.
Beer's so frosty, smooth, and cold------
Its paradise----Pure liquid gold | Yes beer
means many things to me that's all for now -------I gotta Pee

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

Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through!

St. Patrick was a gentleman, who thru strategy and stealth
Drove all the snakes from Ireland,
Here's a toasting his health
But not too many lest you lose yourself and then
You forget the good St. Patrick and see those snakes again.

The future is not ours to know, and it may never be-
So let us live and give our best and give it lavishly!

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?

The future is not ours to know, and it may never be-
So let us live and give our best and give it lavishly!

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.

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?

There are only three kinds of Irish men who can't understand women —
young men, old men, and men of middle age.

There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labour 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.

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.

'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.

What colour should be seen
Where our fathers' homes have been
But their own immortal Green?

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Tis like a morn in spring.
With a lilt of Irish laughter
You 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.
Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers—
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours—
Shamrocks at your doorway. SONG

When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven.

Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers—
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours—
Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through!


 

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

          A boy’s best friend is his mother and there's no spancel stronger than her apron string.

          A friend's eye is a good mirror

          A golden ring can tie a man as tight as any chain.

          A good beginning is half the work.

          A good word never broke anyone's teeth.

          A heavy purse makes a light heart.

          A kind word never broke anyone's mouth.

          A little dog can start a hare, but it takes a big one to catch it.

          A meeting in sunlight is lucky.

          A misty winter brings a pleasant spring, a pleasant winter a misty spring.

          A trout in the pot is better than a salmon in the sea.

          A wise head keeps a shut mouth.

          Absence increases sorrow.

          All happy endings are beginnings as well.

          An Irishman is never drunk as long as he can hold onto one blade of grass to keep   from falling off the earth.

          An Irishman is the only man in the world who will step over the bodies of a dozen naked women to get to a bottle of stout.

          An old broom knows the dirty corners best.

          And if you drink, may we all drink to your happiness.

          Beauty does not boil the pot.

          Better good manners than good looks.

         Bless your little Irish heart -- and every other Irish part.

          Burning embers are easily kindled.

          By degrees the castles are built. Or Castles were built a stone at a time.

          Constant company wears out its welcome.

          Do not show your teeth until you can bite.

          Every dog is brave on his own doorstep.

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

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

          God's help is nearer than the door.

          Good men can often be found wearing worn britches.

          Good sense is as important as food.

          Half a loaf is better than no bread.

          He is always in the field when luck is on the road.

          He who pays the piper calls the tune.

          He who runs away lives to fight another day.

          I showed my appreciation of my native land in the usual Irish way by getting out of it as soon as I possibly could.

          If   that man went to a wedding, he's stay for the christening.

          If a man who cannot count finds a four-leaf clover, is he lucky.

          If the cap doesn't fit, don't wear it.

          If that man went to a wedding, he's stay for the christening.

          If you don't know the way, walk slowly.

          If you lie down with dogs, you'll rise with fleas.

          If you're enough lucky to be Irish.  Your just plain lucky.

          In heaven there is no beer that is why we drink it here.

          In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God.

          In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

          It is better to be lucky than rich.

          It takes time to build castles.

          It was not on one foot that St. Patrick came to Ireland.

          It's   no use carrying an umbrella if your shoes are leaking.

          It's a long road that has no turning.

          It's for its own good that a cat purrs.

          It's no use boiling your cabbage twice.

          It's often a man's mouth broke his nose.

          Make hay while the sun shines.

          Many an opportunity is lost because a man is out looking for four-leaf clovers.

          Many hands make light work.

          May friends stand by our side.

          May God bless us with happiness May love and faith abide.

          May God bring good health to your enemies - enemies.

          May history remind us all Of Ireland's faith and pride.

          May luck be our companion.

          May the dust of your carriage blind the eyes of your foe!"

          May the face of every good news and the back of every bad news be towards us.

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

          May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty.

          May history remind us all Of Ireland's faith and pride.

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

          May the light of heaven shine on your grave.

          May the Lord keeps you in his hand and never close his fist too tight. 

          May the rocks in your field turn to gold.

          May the roof above us never fall in, and may we friends gathered below never fall out.  

          May the wind at your back always be your own.

          May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.

          May you fall without rising.  

          May you have the health of a salmon -- a strong heart and a wet mouth.

          May you leave without returning.

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

          May your right hand always be stretched out in friendship and never in want.

          May your troubles be as few and as far apart as my Grandmother’s teeth.

          Men are like bagpipes: no sound comes from them until they’re full.

          Men may meet, but mountains never greet.

          Never iron a four-leaf clover, because you don't want to press your luck.

          No forcing the sea.

          No one is ever poor who has the sight of his eyes and the use of his feet.

          One man's meat is another man's poison.

          One swallow never made a summer.

          Patience is a poultice for all wounds.

          Poems and songs with pipes and drums and a thousand welcomes when anyone comes.

          People live in each other’s shadows.

          Poverty parts good company.

          Praise the young and they will make progress.

          Put silk on a goat and it is still a goat.

          She has a tongue that would clip a hedge.

          Still waters run deep.

          Talk of the devil, and he will appear.

          That long churning makes bad butter.

          That man would talk the teeth out of a saw.

          The best way to keep loyalty in a man's heart is to keep money in his purse.

          The heavier the purse, the lighter the heart.

          The Irish are a fair people - they never speak well of one another.

          The man with the boots does not mind where he places his foot.

          The old pipe gives the sweetest smoke.

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

          The thief is no danger to the beggar.

          The wearer best knows where the shoe pinches.

          The windy day is not the day for thatching.

          The wine is sweet, the paying bitter.

          The world would not make a racehorse of a donkey.

          There are as many good fish in the sea as ever came out of it.

          There are finer fish in the sea than have ever been caught.

          There is luck in sharing a thing.

          There is no fireside like your own fireside.

          There is no need like the lack of a friend.

          There is no tune without a penny.

          There never was an old slipper but there was an old stocking to match it.

          There’s no need to fear the wind if your haystacks are tied down.

          Time and patience would bring the snail to Jerusalem.

          Time is a great storyteller.

          Try as they will, and try as they might, who steals me gold won't live through the night      

          Turkeys never voted for an early Christmas.

          Walk beside me and just be my friend.

          What butter and whiskey will not cure, there's no cure for.

          What is strange is wonderful.

          What will come from the briar but the berry?

          What's in the marrow is hard to take out of the bone.

          When the belly is full, the bones like to stretch.

          When the sky falls we'll catch larks.           

          You can't build a barrel around a bung hole.

          You can't teach old dog new tricks.

          You never miss the water till the well has run dry.

          You’ve got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.

          You'll never plow a field by turning it over in your mind.

          Your feet will bring you to where your heart is.

          Your son is your son until he marries, but your daughter is your daughter until you die.

          Youth likes to wander.