The Toasts of Ireland
May you be poor in misfortune
 Rich in blessings
Slow to make enemies
 Quick to make friends
 But rich or poor, quick or slow,
 May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward

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

May the road rise to meet you,
 may the wind be always at your back,
the sun shine warm upon your face,
the rain fall soft upon your fields
 and until we meet again,
 may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.

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

May the strength of three
be in your journey.

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 that we may always have a clean shirt, a clean conscience and a guinea in our pocket.

Here's health to your enemy' enemies.

Rye bread will do you good, Barley bread will do you no harm, wheaten bread will sweeten your blood, oaten bread will strengthen your arm.

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

May I see you gray and combing your children's hair.

Health and long life to you,
the woman of your choice to you,
a child every year to you,
land without rent to you
and may you die in Ireland.

The health of the salmon to you,
a long life,
a full heart
and a wet mouth.

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

May the lord keep you in his hand and never close his fist too tight on you.

Have a Splendidly Happy St. Patrick's Day,
 Every One!