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O Ireland isn't
it grand you look
like a bride in her rich adornin?
And with all the pent up love of my heart
I bid you the top o' the mornin!
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!
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.
May your blessings
outnumber The shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you Wherever 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 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 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.
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 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.
May your pockets be
heavy and your heart be light,
May good luck pursue you each morning and night,
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 favors you are owed.
May you live as long
as you want,
And never want as long as you live.
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
May your neighbors respect you,
Troubles neglect you,
The angels protect you, And Heaven accept you.
For each petal
on the shamrock This brings a wish your way-
Good health, good luck, and happiness For today and every day.
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!
Dance as if no
one were watching,
Sing as if no one were listening,
And live every day as if it were your last.
If you're
enough lucky to be Irish... You're lucky enough!
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