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In honor of St. Patrick’s Day (and because I’m
Irish-American), I share some Irish blessings and wit with you:
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 her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
May brooks and trees and singing hills
Join in the chorus, too.
And every gentle wind that blows
Send happiness to you.
Join in the chorus, too.
And every gentle wind that blows
Send happiness to you.
There are only two kinds of people in the world, The Irish
And those who wish they were
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.
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 food and raiment,
A soft pillow for your head,
May you be forty years in heaven
Before the devil knows you're dead.
A soft pillow for your head,
May you be forty years in heaven
Before the devil knows you're dead.
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
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door
The
reason the Irish are always fighting each other
Is they have no other worthy opponents.
Is they have no other worthy opponents.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
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