St. Patrick & Ireland
The Scots have their whiskey
The Welsh have their tongue
But the Irish have Paddy
Who’s second to none

I’ve drunk to your health in pubs
I’ve drunk to your health at home
I’ve drunk to your health so often
I’ve almost ruined my own

May your neighbors respect you
Trouble neglect you
The angels protect you
And Heaven accept you



Like the warmth of the sun
And the light of the day
May the luck of the Irish
Shine bright on your way



May you have the hindsight
  To know where you’ve been
The foresight to know where
You’re going               
And the insight to know
When you’re going too far



May you live as long as you want
And never want as long as you live



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 winds of fortune sail you
May you sail a gentle sea
May it always be the other guy
Who say's this drink's on me

Four blessing upon you
Older whiskey
Younger women
Faster horses
More money



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

May the roof above us never fall in
And may we friends gathered below
Never fall out



May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
The sun shine warm upon for face
The rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the hollow
if His hand



May your glass be ever full
May the roof over your head be always strong
And may you be in heaven an hour
Before the devil knows you’re gone