Níl aon tintéan mar do thintéan féin (There's no place like home)
Sláinte (Cheers) Sláinte chugat (Good health to you)
Cead mile failte (A Hundred Thousand Welcomes)
May you be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows you are dead.
May the leprechauns dance over your bed and bring you sweet dreams.
There are good ships and there are wood ships,
the ships that sail the sea.
But the best ships are friendships,
and may they always be.
It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money.
Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
An Irishman is never drunk as long as
He can hold onto one blade of grass and not
Fall off the face of the earth.
May the wind be always at your back.
Here's to a 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!
May you live to be a hundred years with one extra year to repent.
May you always come more than you go.
Good health, good life, good beer!
May the most you wish for is the least you get!
Here's to our wives,
and here's to our sweethearts,
may the two never meet!
Here's to cheating, stealing, fighting, and drinking.
If you cheat, cheat death.
If you steal, steal a womans heart.
If you fight, fight for a brother.
If you drink, drink with me!!
May the wind you break always blow down wind.
Always remember that hindsight is the best insight to foresight.
May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty!
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 lord keep you in his hand and never close his fist too tight on you.
Bottoms up or bottoms down,
Either way no one will frown.
Experience is the comb that life gives a bald man.
Surely, a fine husband is he that
flinches at the mere raisin' of his
wife's fair hand.
Here's to you and here's to me.
May we never disagree.
But should we start to fight and 'cuss,
Here's to me.
In heaven there is no beer...
That's why we drink ours here.
A Merry Christmas this December
To a lot of folks I don't remember.
May there always be work for your hands to do.
May your purse always hold a coin or two.
May the sun always shine warm on your windowpane.
May a 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 to,
And may you want to as long as you live.
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.
Here's to it and for it and do it again.
For those that get to it,
And refuse to do it,
May never get to it,
To do it again.
May the face of every good news and the back of every bad news be toward us.
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.
When money's tight and hard to get
and your horse is also ran,
When all you have is a heap of debt
a pint of plain is your only man.
Health and a 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.
Like the goodness of the five loaves and two fishes, Which God divided among the five thousand men, May the blessing of the king who so divided be upon our share of this common meal.
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.
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 have warm words on a cold evening,
a full moon on a dark night,
and a smooth road all the way to your door.
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.
Best while you have it use your breath,
There is no drinking after death.
For every wound, a balm.
For every sorrow, cheer.
For every storm, a calm.
For every thirst, a beer.
A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote.
A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat.
So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
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.
Here's to you, as good as you are.
Here's to me as bad as I am.
As good as you are and as bad as I am,
I'm as good as you are, as bad as I am.
May there be a generation of children on the children of your children.
Here's that we may always have a clean shirt, a clean conscience and a guinea in our pocket.
Here's a health to your enemies enemies.
Here's 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.
Bless you and yours
As well as the cottage you live in.
May the roof overhead be well thatched
And those inside be well matched.
May you always have money in your pocket
a woman to love
and a smile on your face.
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 you have length with your days,
and strength with your step,
and may each season have a reason
to celebrate your faith in mankind!
To live above with the Saints we love,
Ah, that is the purest glory.
To live below with the Saints we know,
Ah, that is another story.
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!
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 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 you live as long as you want, And never want as long as you live.
What's the use of drinking tea? Indulging in sobriety,
And teetotal perversity, It's healthier to booze.
What's the use of milk and water? These are drinks that never aughta
Be allowed in any quarter, Come on lose those blues.
Mix yourself a Shandy, Drown yourself in Brandy.
Sherry sweet, or Whisky neat, Just grab some liquor that's handy!
There's no blinking point in drinking, Anything that doesn't make you stinking,
There's no happiness like sinking, Blotto to the floor.
So rid yourself of all frustration, Drinking may be your salvation,
End it all in dissipation, Rotton to the core.
Aberations metabolic, Ceilings that are hyperbolic,
These are for the alcoholic, Lying on the floor.
Vodka for the Arty, Gin to make you Hearty.
Lemonade was only made, For drinking if your mother's at the party!
Steer well clear of home-made beer, And anything that isn't l UPbelled clear,
There is nothing else to fear...
BOTTOMS UP me Boys!
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May you be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows you are dead.
