Last year I did a profile of the man himself on St. Patrick’s Day. (Click here for that bio-blog) Today I thought I’d share some Irish Blessings and Toast I’ve been collecting. Thanks to Laurie, MaryPat, Bernie, Shannon, Kelly and Jane for contributing to this post.
Saint Patrick was a gentleman,
Who through strategy and stealth,
Drove all the snakes from Ireland,
Here’s a toasting to his health.
But not too many toastings
Lest you lose yourself and then
Forget the good Saint Patrick
And see all those snakes again.
May you never forget what is worth remembering,
or remember what is best forgotten.
May your troubles be less
And your blessing be more
And nothing but happiness
Come through your door.
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 may know them by their limping!
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.
May the roof above you never fall in,
And those gathered beneath it never fall out.
May the roof over your heads be as well thatched
As those inside are well matched.
May you be rich in blessings,
poor in misfortune,
slow to make enemies,
quick to make friends.
But rich poor, slow or quick,
may you know nothing but happiness
from this day forward
May peace and plenty be the first to lift the latch on your door,
and happiness be guided to your home by the candle of Christmas.
Health and long life to you,
land without rent to you,
a child every year to you,
and death in Old Ireland.
May I see you grey and
combing your grandchildren’s hair.
We drink to your coffin.
May it be built from the wood of a hundred year old oak tree
that I shall plant tomorrow.
Ach! Its snowing in Maryland so it is. So I thought I’d add some weather specific toast as well.
Here’s to health, peace and prosperity.
May the flower of love never be nipped by the frost of disappointment,
nor shadow of grief fall among your family and friends.
May you have warm words on a cold evening,
a full moon on a dark night, and a smooth road all the way to your door.
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Alas non of the photos were taken by me. Please follow the links to real photographer’s sites and pay them homage. They did a fine, fine job.