Let me offer you a few Irish blessings/toasts for the occasion.


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


Here's health to your enemies' enemies!


May we be alive at the same time next year (In Irish, "Go
mbeirimid beo ar an am seo aris.)


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.


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 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 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 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.


St. Patrick was a gentleman
who through strategy and stealth
drove all the snakes from Ireland.
Here's a toasting to his health--
but not too many toastings
lest you lose yourself and then
forget the good St. Patrick
and see all those snakes again.


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