IRISH TOASTS
May you have warm words of a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.
May the roof above us never fall in,
And may we friends gathered below never fall out.
May you be in heaven
A half hour before the devil
knows you're dead!
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 towards us.
Here's that we may always have
A clean shirt,
A clean conscience,
And a guinea in our pocket.
Health and long life to you
The mate of your choice to you
A child every year to you,
Land without rent to you,
And may you die in Ireland.
Here's a health
To your enemies' enemies.
May you live to be a hundred years,
With one extra year to repent.
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