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Dance as if no one were watching,
Sing as if no one were listening,
And live every day as if it were your last.
--Lori Eakins
May the best day of your past be the worst day of your future.
--Brian Huckabee, South Carolina
May your home always be too small to hold all your friends.
--Patrick O'Rourke, Nashville (by way of County Leitrim)
May you...
Work like you don't need the money,
Love like you've never been hurt,
Dance like no-one is watching,
Screw like it's being filmed,
And drink like a true Irishman.
I wish you a small cabin, but not too small
Many its lucky paths, ready like an inn.
I wish you a great lake of ale for the King of Kings
And the family of Heaven to be drinking of it through life and time.
I wish the citizens of Heaven in this house
and vessels of peace to be given to them.
I wish vessels full of alms to be giving away
And ridges of mercy for peace-making.
I wish you Love and Joy in your drinking
And Christ Jesus here among you.
Paraphrase of "The Hymn of St. Bridget,"
and "Marbhan's Hymn of Contentment"
as recorded by Lady Augusta Gregory.
--Christopher Brennan @aol
God is good, but never dance in a small boat.
--Tom O'Malley Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Sláinte!
(roughly pronounced as if you quickly slurred: "It’s a lawn
chair!")
"To Your Health!"
Céad
Míle Fáilte!
(roughly pronounced: "Kay mee FALL-shuh!")
"One hundred thousand welcomes!"
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
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
those who love us love us.
And those that don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we’ll know them by their limping.
The
reason the Irish are always fighting each other
Is they have no other worthy opponents.
May
you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.
May
your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you’re
dead.
Here’s
to a fellow who smiles
When life runs along like a song.
And here’s to the lad who can smile
When everything goes dead wrong.
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
the Good Lord take a liking to you,
... but not too soon!
As
you slide down the bannister of life,
May the splinters never point the wrong way.
An
old Irish recipe for longevity:
Leave the table hungry.
Leave the bed sleepy.
Leave the table thirsty.
Here’s
to temperance supper,
With water in glasses tall,
And coffee and tea to end with—
And me not there at all!
Always
remember to forget
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.
Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.
Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.
If
you’re enough lucky to be Irish...
You’re lucky enough!
‘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.
May
the blessings of each day
Be the blessings you need most.
Life
is like a cup of tea,
it’s all in how you make it!
We
cannot share this sorrow
If we haven’t grieved a while.
Nor can we feel another’s joy
Until we’ve learned to smile.
I
complained that I had no shoes
Until I met a man who had no feet.
It’s
easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song.
But the man worth while is the one who can smile
When everything goes dead wrong.
For the test of the heart is trouble
And it always comes with years.
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth
Is the smile that shines through the tears.
What
is Irish diplomacy?
It’s the ability to tell a man to go to hell,
So that he will look forward to making the trip.
St.
Patrick was a gentleman
Who through strategy and stealth
Drove all the snakes from Ireland.
Here’s toasting to his health.
But not too many toastings
Lest you lose yourself and then
Forget the good St. Patrick
And see all those snakes again.
May
the enemies of Ireland never meet a friend.
An
Irish method for tackling problems:
There comes a time when you must take the bull
By the tail and face the situation squarely.
May
the leprechauns be near you,
To spread luck along your way.
And may all the Irish angels,
Smile upon you St. Patrick’s Day.
May
the joys of today
Be those of tomorrow.
The goblets of life
Hold no dregs of sorrow.
May
the saddest day of your future be no worse
Than the happiest day of your past.
Health
and a long life to you.
Land without rent to you.
A child every year to you.
And if you can’t go to heaven,
May you at least die in Ireland.
An
Irishman is never drunk as long as
He can hold onto one blade of grass and not
Fall off the face of the earth.
May
you have:
No frost on your spuds,
No worms on your cabbage.
May your goat give plenty of milk.
And if you inherit a donkey,
May she be in foal.
May
you live long,
Die happy,
And rate a mansion in heaven.
May
the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always 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 hollow of His hand.
May
the luck of the Irish possess you.
May the devil fly off with your worries.
May God bless you forever and ever.
Ireland,
sir, for good or evil,
No other place under Heaven.
And no man can touch its sod
Or breathe its air without becoming
Better or worse.
There
are only two kinds of people in the world, The Irish
And those who wish they were.
You’re
not as young as you used to be.
But...
You’re not as old as you’re going to be.
So watch it!
Do
not resent growing old.
Many are denied the privilege.
Murphy’s
Law:
Nothing is as easy as it looks.
Everything takes longer than you expect.
And if anything can go wrong,
It will at the worst possible moment.
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.
Grant
me a sense of humor, Lord,
The saving grace to see a joke,
To win some happiness from life,
And pass it on to other folk.
Ireland,
it’s the one place on earth
That heaven has kissed
With melody, mirth,
And meadow and mist.
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 heart 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.
Now
sweetly lies old Ireland
Emerald green beyond the foam,
Awakening sweet memories,
Calling the heart back home.
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 go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.
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.
May
the face of every good news
And the back of every bad news
Be toward us.
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.
The
health of all Ireland
and of County Mayo,
And when that much is dead,
may we still be on the go.
From the County of Meath,
the health of the hag.
Not of her but her drink
is the reason we brag.
Your health one and all,
from one wall to the other,
And you outside there—
speak up, brother!
May
the strength of three be in your journey.
May
peace and plenty be the first
To lift the latch on your door,
And happiness be guided to your home
By the candle of Christmas.
May
your right hand always
Be stretched out in friendship
And never in want.
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.
“I
have a total irreverence for anything connected with society,
except that which makes to road safer, the beer stronger,
the old men and women warmer in the winter, and happier in the
summer.”
—Brendan Behan
Wine
comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all that we will know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you and I sigh.
—William Butler Yeats
The
problem with some people is that
when they aren’t drunk they’re sober.
—William Butler Yeats
A
statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote.
A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat.
So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
—William Butler Yeats
May
you live all the days of your life.
— Jonathan Swift
Here’s
to beefsteak when you’re hungry,
Whiskey when you’re dry,
All the women you’ll ever want,
And heaven when you die.
Here’s
to fine wine, women, and song.
And here’s to workdays that aren’t too long.
Here’s to shoes that always fit.
And here’s to you, you silly shit!
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.
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.
Forsake
not an old friend, for the new is not comparable to him.
A new friend is as new wine: when it is old, thou shalt drink it with
pleasure.
Here’s
a toast to your enemies’ enemies!
Who
is a friend but someone to toast,
Someone to gibe, someone to roast.
My friends are the best friends
Loyal, willing and able.
Now let’s get to drinking!
Glasses off the table!
May
the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.
May
the enemies of Ireland never meet a friend.
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 punt in our pocket.
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!
Rye
bread will do you good,
Barely 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 grey
And combing your grandchildren’s hair.
May
the Lord keep you in His hand
And never close His fist too tight.
May
your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.
Mothers
[fathers] hold their children’s hands for just a little while...
And their hearts forever.
But
the greatest love--the love above all loves,
Even greater than that of a mother...
Is the tender, passionate, undying love,
Of one beer drunken slob for another.
--Irish love ballad
'Twas
an evening in November,
As I very well remember.
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride,
But my knees were all aflutter,
So I landed in the gutter,
And a pig came up a lay down by my side.
Yes, I lay there in the gutter
Thinking thoughts I could not utter,
When a colleen passing by did softly say,
"You can tell a man that boozes
By the company he chooses."
At that the pig got up and walked away!
--"The Irish Pig"
Here's
to Eileen O'Hara,
For her life it held no terror.
Born a virgin.
Died a virgin.
No runs, no hits, no errors.
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
your neighbors respect you,
trouble neglect you,
angels protect you,
and heaven accept you!
--Jack Kelly (a she, not a he), Mississippi
May
the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty.
--Brian Dunn
Irish
curse:
Morning screams to you.
--Gena Pixley
Irish
curse:
Cold days and nights without a fire to you.
--Gena Pixley
May
you get all your wishes but one
so you always have something to strive for!
Never
be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.
--Corrie Ten Boom
Here's
to thee and me and aw' on us!
May we ne'er want nought, none of us!
Neither thee nor me nor anybody else,
Aw on us--nawn on us.
--Phil Wade
God
speed the Plow and bless the Cornmow.
--Phil Wade
God
invented whiskey so the Irish wouldn't rule the world!
Merry
met, and merry part,
I drink to thee with all my heart.
--Phil Wade
Work
is the curse of the drinking class.
--Oscar Wilde
Moderation
is a fatal thing-- nothing succeeds like excess.
--Oscar Wilde
We
are all of us in the gutter.
But some of us are looking at the stars.
--Oscar Wilde
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.
Get
on your knees
and thank the Lord
you're on your feet.
--Paul McCullough
"It
is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow
then to spend tonight like there's no money."
--P.J. O'Rourke
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