May you always have these blessings… A soft breeze when summer comes, A warm fireside in Winter, And always the warm, soft smile of a friend.May your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow, And may trouble avoid you wherever you go.For each petal on the shamrock, This brings a wish your way- Good health, good luck, and happiness, For today and every day. May each day bring you bright happy hours, that stay with you all year long. May your thoughts be as glad as the shamrocks.May each and every coming day, bring some special joy to cheer you. May the luck of the Irish be always at hand, And good friends always near you.May your heart be warm and happy with the lilt of Irish laughter, Every day in every way, And forever and ever after.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 the Good Lord take a liking to you, …but not too soon! ♣.May the luck of the Irish possess you May the Devil fly off with your worries May God bless you Forever and ever.May you always have a clean shirt, A clean conscience, and a guinea in your pocket! ♣.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’re going too far! ♣.May you taste the sweetest pleasures, That Fortune E’re bestowed, And may all your friends remember All the favors you are owed! ♣ May the lilt of Irish laughter lighten every load, May the mist of Irish magic shorten every road.
IRISH BLESSING LUCKY STARS ABOVE YOU FULL
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 the roof overhead be well thatched and those inside be well matched! ♣ Bless you and yours, As well as the cottage you live in.May your neighbors respect you, Trouble neglect you, The angels protect you, And heaven accept you.May the roof above us never fall in, And may the friends gathered below it never fall out.And may you be in heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you’re dead. May the roof over your head be always strong.
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