The Irish like nothing better than sitting around a pub
drinking pints of ale, swapping tall tales, tapping their
feet to the music and raising their glasses in a toast.  By
the time everyone has been toasted it is a very merry
place indeed!

The Toasts of Ireland

Raise Your Glasses and call up the truth and wisdom of
all of the Brave Celts who have gone before!


May you be poor in misfortune
Rich in blessings Slow to make enemies
Quick to make friends
But rich or poor,quick or slow,
May you know nothing but happiness From this day forward.

May the face of every good news and the back of every
bad news be toward us.

Like the goodness of the five loaves and two fishes,Which God
divided among the five thousand men,May the blessing of the king
ywho so divided be upon our share of this common meal.

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 hollow of his hand.

May the roof above us never fall in, and may we friends
gathered below never fall out.

May the strength of three be in your journey.

May peace and plenty be the first to lift the latch on your door and
happiness be guided to your home by the candle of Christmas.

In the New Year may your right hand always be strong

St. Patrick was a gentleman who through strategy and stealth drove
all the snakes from Ireland heres a toasting to his health. But not too
many toastings lest you loose yourself and then forget the good St.
Patrick and see all those snakes again.

May there be a fox on your fishing hook and a hare on your bait and
may you kill no fish until St. Brigids Day.

The health of the salmon and of the trout that swim back and forward
near the bulls mouth.  Dont ask for saucepan, jug or mug - down the
hatch drink it up.

Heres to you and yours and to mine and ours and if mine and
oursever 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 andyours.

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 there be a generation of children on the children of your children.

Heres that we may always have a clean shirt a clean conscience
and a guinea in our pocket.

Heres a health to your enemies enemies.

Heres health and prosperity to you and all your posterity and them that
doesn't drink with sincerity that they may be damned for all eternity.

Rye bread will do you good Barley bread will do you no harm,wheaten
bread will sweeten your blood,oaten bread will strengthen your arm.

May you live to be a hundred years with one extra year to repent.

May I see you grey and combing your childrens hair.

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.

The health of the salmon to you a long life,a full heart and
a wet mouth.

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

May the lord keep you in his hand and never close his fist
too tight on you

Slán go fóill
("Bye for now")

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