Irish Toasts

May you get all your wishes but one
So you always have something to strive for.

God invented whiskey so the Irish wouldn’t rule the world.

It’s better to spend money like there’s no tomorrow, than to spend tonight like there’s no money.

Get on your knees and thank the Lord you’re on your feet.

May the enemies of Ireland never meet a friend.

May your glasses ever be 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 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!

Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.
Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those who have stuck by you.
Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.
May the blessings of each day
Be the blessings you need most.

St Patrick was a gentleman
Who through strategy and stealth
Drove all the snakes from Ireland.
Here’s toasting to his health.
But not too many toastings
Lest you lose yourself, and then
Forget the good St Patrick
And see all those snakes again.

May you have:
No frost on your spuds,
No worms on your cabbage.
May your goat give plenty of milk.
And if you inherit a donkey,
May she be in foal.

May your heart be warm and happy
With the lilt of Irish laughter
Every day in every way
And forever and ever after.

Here’s that we may always have
A clean shirt
A clean conscience
And a punt (pint) in your pocket.

May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.

May you live all the days of your life.
~ Jonathan Swift, Anglo-Irish writer

If you’re lucky enough to be Irish…you’re lucky enough.

As you slide down the banister of life,
May the splinters never point the wrong way.

Health and long life to you.
Land without rent to you.
A child every year to you.
And if you can’t go to heaven,
May you at least die in Ireland.

May the Lord keep you I his hand
And never close His fist too tight.

May your thoughts be as glad as the shamrocks.
May your heart be as light as a song.
May each day bring you bright hours,
That stay with you all year long.
For each petal on the Shamrock
This brings a wish your way-
Good health, good luck, and happiness
For today and every day.

Wherever you go and whatever you do
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.

Here’s to the four hinges of society.
May you fight, steal, lie and drink.
When you fight, may your fight for your country.
When you steal, may you steal away from bad company.
When you lie, may you lie at the side of your sweetheart.
And when you drink, may you drink with me.

Here’s to beefsteak when you’re hungry,
Whiskey when you’re dry,
All the women you’ll ever want,
And heaven when you die.

May the saints protect you,
And sorrow neglect you,
And bad luck to the one
That doesn’t respect you.