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Irish Blessings

   

 



May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of
Saint Patrick behold you.

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

 

 


May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

Praise Him!

 

 

Erin Go Bragh!
Walls for the wind,
And a roof for the rain,
And tea beside the fire-
Laughter to cheer you
And those you love near you,
And all that your heart may desire!
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 that 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 God be with you and
Bless you,
    May you see your children's
children,
    May you be poor in misfortune,
rich in blessings.
    May you know nothing but happiness 
    From this day forward.
    May you always have work for
your hands to do.
    May your pockets hold always
a coin or two.
    May the sun shine bright on
your windowpane.
    May the rainbow be certain to
follow each rain.


 

 


May the hand of a friend always
be near you.
And may God fill your heart with
gladness to cheer you.

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

May you live to be a hundred years,
With one extra year to repent!

May there be a generation of children
On the children of your children.

May God grant you many years to live,
For sure He must be knowing
The earth has angels all too few
And heaven is overflowing.
 

 

 


May love and laughter light your days, 
     and warm your heart and home. 
          May good and faithful friends be yours,
               wherever you may roam.

                     May peace and plenty bless your world
                          with joy that long endures.
                               May all life's passing seasons
                                    bring the best to you and yours!
 
                                          May the blessing of light be on you- 
                                               light without and light within.
                                                    May the blessed sunlight shine on you
                                                         and warm your heart 
                                                               till it glows like a great peat fire.

May the blessing of the rain be on you-
      the soft sweet rain.
           May it fall upon your spirit
                so that all the little flowers may spring up,
                     and shed their sweetness on the air.

                           May the blessing of the great rains be on you,
                                may they beat upon your spirit
                                     and wash it fair and clean,
                                          and leave there many a shining pool
                                               where the blue of heaven shines,
                                                    and sometimes a star. 

 

 


May the frost never afflict your spuds.
May the leaves of your cabbage always be free from worms.
May the crows never pick your haystack.
If you inherit a donkey, may she be in foal.

The Luck of the Irish...

 

 


"An Irish Lullaby"

My mom used to sing me the song you hear playing,
when I was a little girl. She has long since gone to join the angels,
and every time I hear this song, still, I cry. It is a memory deep
inside that I cherish. Below you will find the lyrics.
~Gen(-`:
Over in Killarney
Many years ago,
Me Mither sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good ould Irish way,
And l'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.
Chorus:
"Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby."
Oft in dreams I wander
To that cot again,
I feel her arms a-huggin' me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a -hummin'
To me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.
 

 


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