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

May you work like you don't need the money,
Love like you've never been hurt, and
Dance like no one is watching.

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

May your laugh, your love and your wine be plenty,
thus your happiness will be nothing less.

May your joys be as deep as the oceans,
your troubles as light as its foam.
And may you find, sweet peace of mind,
where ever you may roam.

May the roof over our heads never fall in.
And may we as friends never fall out.

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 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 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 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.

May a rainbow run beside you
in a sky that's always blue,
And may happiness fill your heart
each day your whole life through.

To all your days here and after,
May they have fond memories, happiness, and laughter.

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

May the sound of happy music,
And the lilt of friendly laughter,
Fill your heart with gladness,
That stays forever after.

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

May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.

May the face of every good news
And the back of every bad news
Be toward us.

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

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.

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

May your joys be as deep as the oceans,
your troubles as light as its foam.
And may you find sweet peace of mind,
where ever you may roam.

May you have the hindsight to know where you've been,
The foresight to know where you are going,
And the insight to know when you have gone too far.

May the Heavens smile upon your dreams,
and may your hearts be filled with magic.

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

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

As you slide down the banisters of life,
may the splinters never point the wrong way.

If there is righteousness in the heart
If there is righteousness in the heart,
there will be beauty in the character.
If there is beauty in the character,
there will be harmony in the home.
If there is harmony in the home,
there will be order in the nation.
If there is order in the nation,
there will be peace in the world.
So let it be

Lang may your lum reek.
(Long may your chimney smoke.)

May the hills lie low,
May the sloughs fill up,
In thy way.
May all evil sleep,
May all good awake,
In thy way.

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

These things, I warmly wish for you-
Someone to love, some work to do,
A bit of o' sun, a bit o' cheer.
And your guardian angel always near.

May the wind at your back always be your own.

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 right hand always
Be stretched out in friendship
And never in want.

When the wind is howlin' in everyone's ears,
May you hear a soft, lilting breeze.
And if the rain is crashin' down,
May it only be dew at your knees.

If the ground 'neath your feet should quiver and shake,
I hope you'll be standin' with ease.
And never go hungry or wantin' for much;
May God grant you all that you need!

May the sound of happy music
And the lilt of Irish laughter
Fill your heart with gladness
That stays forever after.

May your doctor never earn a dollar out of you,
May your heart never give out,
May the ten toes of your feet steer you clear of misfortune.
And before you're much older,
May you hear much better blessings than this.

May your troubles be as few and far between
As my grandmother's teeth.

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

May the most you wish for be the least you get.

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

As you slide down the banister of life,
may the splinters never point in the wrong direction.

May the light always find you on a dreary day.
When you need to be home, may you find your way.
May you always have courage to take a chance
And never find frogs in your underpants.

May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light.
May good luck pursue you each morning and night.
Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.

May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty.

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 your troubles be as few and as far apart as my Grandmothers teeth.

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

Catch the moments as they fly
and use them as ye ought man,
believe me happiness is shy
and comes not aye when sought man.

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

May the blessings of each day be the blessings you need most.

Here's to your coffin...
May it be built of 100 year old oaks
which I will plant tomorrow.

May your past be a pleasant memory,
Your future filled with delight and mystery,
Your now a glorious moment,
That fills your life with deep contentment.

May your day be filled with blessings
Like the sun that lights the sky,
And may you always have the courage
To spread your wings and fly!

May we live in peace without weeping.
May our joy outline the lives we touch without ceasing.
And may our love fill the world, angel wings tenderly beating.

May the frost never afflict your spuds.
May the outside leaves of your cabbage always be free of worms.
May the crow never pick your haystack.
And may your donkey always be in foal.

May the leprechauns be near you
To spread luck along your way.

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

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 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 you always be blessed
with walls for the wind,
a roof for the rain,
a warm cup of tea by the fire,
laughter to cheer you,
those you love near you,
and all that your heart might desire.

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

May you get all your wishes but one
so you always have something to strive for!

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

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.

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.

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.

May the luck of the Irish
Lead to happiest heights
And the highway you travel
Be lined with green lights.

May brooks and trees and singing hills
Join in the chorus, too.
And every gentle wind that blows
Send happiness to you.

May the saddest day of your future be no worse
Than the happiest day of your past.

May the cool rain quench your flowers' thirst
Renew your spirit,
And wash your troubles away.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.

May dawn find you awake and alert, approaching your new day with dreams, possibilities, and promises.
May evening find you gracious and fulfilled.
May you go into the night blessed, sheltered, and protected.
May your soul calm, console, and renew you.

May there be a generation of children
On the children of your children.

May the saddest day of your future be no worse
Than the happiest day of your past.

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

May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty.

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

The older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune.

Health and long life to you
Land without rent to you
The woman of your choice to you
A child every year to you
A long life, and may you die in Ireland!

May the dreams you hold dearest,
Be those which come true.
May the kindness you spread,
Keep returning to you.

May misfortune follow you the rest of your life, but never catch up.

Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.

May the joys of today
Be those of tomorrow.
The goblets of life
Hold no dregs of sorrow.

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

May you live long,
Die happy,
And rate a mansion in heaven.

May I see you gray
And combing your grandchildren's hair.

Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears;
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
Count your health instead of your wealth;
Love your neighbor as much as yourself.

May your home always be too small to hold all your friends.
May the blessings of light be upon you,
Light without and light within.
And in all your comings and goings.

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

To a full moon on a dark night, and the road downhill all the way to your door.

May you have all the happiness and luck life can hold
and at the end of all rainbows may you find pots of gold.

Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.

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

May you live all the days of your life.

May the dust from your wagon wheels blind the eyes of your enemies.

The Selkik Grace:
Some hae meat but cannae eat
an' some wad eat that want it
But we hae meat and we can eat
an' saae the Lord be thankit.
~Robert Burns