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May those that 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.
May you get all your wishes but one, so that you will always have something to strive for.
May
the Lord keep you in his hand and never close his fist too tight on you.
Here’s to you and here’s to me
Friend’s
may we always be
But if by chance we disagree
Up yours! Here’s to me!
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 your
heart
May you always walk in sunshine
May you never want for more
May Irish Angels rest their wings right
beside your door
May your Doctor never earn a dollar out of you
And may your heart never give out.
May the
ten toes on your feet steer you clear of all misfortune.
And before you’re much older
May you hear much better toasts
than this
May your troubles be as few and far between
As my grandmother’s teeth
As you slide down
the banister of life
May the splinters never point in the wrong direction
May you always have work for your hands
to do
May your pockets hold always a coin or two
May the sun shine bright on your window pane
May the 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 the sun shine bright all day long
Everything go right and nothing go wrong
May those you love,
bring love back to you
And May all the wishes you wish come true
Here’s wishing you the top o’ life without
a single tumble
Here’s wishing you the smiles o’ life and not a single grumble
Here’s wishing you the best o’ life and
not a claw about it
Here’s wishing you the joy o’ life and not a day without it
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
your right hand always be stretched out in friendship
And never in want
May the cool rain quench your flowers
thirst
Renew your spirit and wash your troubles away
May you be buried in a casket made from the wood of a 100
year old oak
That I shall plant tomorrow
Get on your knees and thank the Lord you’re on your feet
May
your home always be too small to hold all your friends
May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be
always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
May the rains fall short upon your fields
And until we
meet again
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand
A sunbeam to warm you, Good luck to charm you
A sheltering
Angel, So nothing can harm you
Laughter to cheer you, Faithful friends near you
And whenever you pray, Heaven to hear
you
Drink is the curse of the Lord
It makes fight with your neighbor
It makes you shoot at your neighbor
It
makes you miss
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