God be on your road every way you go.
May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
The sunshine warm on your face
The rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
May you live to be a hundred years,
With one extra year to repent.
May the roof above us never fall in,
And may we friends gathered below
Never fall out.
In the New Year, may your right hand
always be stretched out in friendship
and never in want.
May the Lord keep you in His hand
And never close His fist too tight on you.
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.
Health and long life to you
The woman of your choice to you
A child every year to you
Land without rent to you
And may you die in Ireland.
The health of the salmon to you:
a long life
A full heart
A wet mouth.
Drink is the curse of the land.
It makes you fight with your neighbor
It makes you shoot at your landlord-
It makes you miss him.
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.