May the Saints be surprised at your success
May God hold you in the palm of his Hand
And not squeeze!
May your soul be in Heaven half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead
Sláinte
Go mbeirimid beo ag an am seo arís
May we all be here next year to drink this toast again
May the God of Song and Dance bless you
The Father who started the dance
The Son who calls the tune
And the Spirit who plays the pipes
May God hold you in the palm of His hand
Until we meet again
And keep you safe and well
Father , Son and Holy Spirit
Praise the young and they will blossom
A ragged colt often made a powerful horse
It is a lonely washing that has no man’s shirt in it
Your feet will bring you to where your heart is
There is no fireside like your own fireside
Níl aon tinteán mar do thinteán féin
From the day you marry your heart will be in your mouth
And your hand in your pocket
Men are like bagpipes; no sound comes from them until they are full
Confusion to our enemies and God’s blessings on all our friends
May Jesus and Mary be at your side
As close to you as your wedding rings
Where you are may they abide
And angels shade you ‘neath their wings
May Jesus and Mary make straight your road
May blue skies shine on all your parades
May your years stretch on to silver and gold
May your love be the sort that never fades
Two shorten the road
A friend’s eye is a good mirror
No, I don’t know your age, Macushla,
But whatever it is you sure don’t look it!
You are now leaving the County Offaly
Last one out please turn off the lights
(And first one in to-morrow please light the fire)
It’s a long road that has no turning
Friday night is my delight and so is Saturday morning;
Sunday night gives me a fright, to think of Monday morning.
The first generation builds, the second holds, the third destroys.
Never let the grass grow under your feet.
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