|The Irish love a good story almost as much as they love a good Irish
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.
May you have food and raiment,
A soft pillow for your head,
May you be forty years in heaven
Before the devil knows you're dead!
Here's to you and yours and to mine and ours,
And if mine and ours ever come across you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do as much for mine and ours,
As mine and ours have done for you and yours!
May you live to be a hundred years
With one extra year to repent!
May the face of good news,
And the back of every bad news
Be toward us.
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
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 hallow of His hand.
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