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Irish Toasts
Raise your glass and toast to the Emerald Isle and the beautiful people who come from there! Here are a few toasts to help you get started:
May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven
half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.
Here's to me, and here's to you,
And here's to love and laughter-
I'll be true as long as you,
And not one moment after.
May the lilt of Irish laughter
lighten every load.
May the mist of Irish magic shorten every road.
And may all your friends remember
all the favors you are owed!
May the hinges of our friendship
never grow rusty.
I drink to your health when I'm with you,
I drink to your health when I'm alone,
I drink to your health so often,
I'm starting to worry about my own!
We drink to your coffin.
May it be built from the wood of a hundred year old oak tree that I shall plant tomorrow.
Here's to you and yours
And to mine and ours.
And if mine and ours
Ever come across to you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do
As much for mine and ours
As mine and ours have done
For you and yours!
Here's a toast to your enemies' enemies!
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!
Here's to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold beer-and another one!
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.
May the saddest day of your future be no worse
Than the happiest day of your past.
May the roof above us never fall in.
And may the friends gathered below it never fall out.
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 there be a generation of children
On the children of your children.
May you live to be a hundred years,
With one extra year to repent!
May the Lord keep you in His hand
And never close His fist too tight.
May your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.
May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
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 windowpane.
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 those who 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 the enemies of Ireland never meet a friend.
Saint Patrick was a gentleman Who through strategy and stealth Drove all the snakes from Ireland Here's a drinkee to his health! But not too many drinkees Lest we lose ourselves and then Forget the good Saint Patrick And see them snakes again!
May your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow, and may trouble avoid you wherever you go.
As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point in the wrong direction!
May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.
May there be a generation of children
Of the children of your children.
May you have the health of a salmon,
A strong heart, and a wet mouth.
May the face of every good news
And the back of every bad news be toward us.
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.
And if none of those are quite what you're looking for, there's always the traditional Irish toast Slainté (pronounced Slawn cha) or "Drink Hearty - long life and God Bless" all rolled into one!
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