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

May you have
walls for the wind
a roof for the rain
drinks bedside the fire
laughter to cheer you
those you love near you
all that your heart may desire

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 your thoughts be as glad as shamrocks.
May your heart be as light as a song.
May each day bring you bright happy hours,
That stay with you all year long.
For each petal on the shamrock
This brings a wish your way
Good health, good luck, and happiness
For today and every day.

Now sweetly lies old Ireland
Emerald green beyond the foam,
Awakening sweet memories,
Calling the heart back home.

May your troubles be less
And your blessings be more.
And nothing but happiness
Come through your door.

May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings,
slow to make enemies, quick to make friends.
And may you know nothing but happiness.

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.