Quips

May the good saints protect you
And bless you today
And may troubles ignore you
Each step of the way

May joy and peace surround you,
Contentment latch your door,
And happiness be with you now
And bless you evermore.

May the saints protect ye-
An' sorrow neglect ye,
An' bad luck to the one
That doesn't respect ye
t' all that belong to ye,
An long life t' yer honor-
That's the end of my song t' ye!

May your blessings outnumber
The Shamrocks that grow
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.

May your troubles be less
And your blessing be more
And nothing but happiness
Come through your door

May your pockets be heavy-
Your heart be light
And may good luck pursue you
Each morning and night .

May you have all the happiness
And luck that life can hold- 
And at the end of your rainbows
May you find a pot of gold.

Ireland
It's the one place on earth
That Heaven has kissed
With melody, mirth
And meadow and mist.

May the lilt of Irish laughter
Lighten every load,
May the mist of Irish magic
Shorten every road,
May you taste the sweetest pleasures
That fortune ere bestowed,
And may all your friends remember.
All the favors you are owed.

May the roads rise to meet you.
May the wind be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
The rain fall soft upon your fields
And,until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

May your home be filled with laughter
May your pockets be filled with gold
And may you have all the happiness
Your Irish heart can hold.