May the road rise with you.

Go n-eírí an bóthar leat. May the road rise with you.

May the blessing of the rain be on you— the soft sweet rain. May it fall upon your spirit so that all the little flowers may spring up, and shed their sweetness on the air. May the blessing of the great rains be on you, may they beat upon your spirit and wash it fair and clean, and leave there many a shining pool where the blue of heaven shines, and sometimes a star.

May the good earth be soft under you when you rest upon it, and may it rest easy over you when, at the last, you lay out under it, And may it rest so lightly over you that your soul may be out from under it quickly, and up, and off, And be on its way to God.

Dear Lord, Give me a few friends who will love me for what I am, and keep ever burning before my vagrant steps the kindly light of hope... And though I come not within sight of the castle of my dreams, teach me to be thankful for life, and for time's olden memories that are good and sweet. And may the evening's twilight find me gentle still.

May your day be touched by a bit of Irish luck, brightened by a song in your heart, and warmed by the smiles of the people you love.

May the light of heaven shine on your grave.

Bless those minding cattle, And those minding sheep, And those fishing the sea While the rest of us sleep.

If God sends you down a stony path, may he give you strong shoes.

May the rains sweep gentle across your fields, May the sun warm the land, May every good seed you have planted bear fruit, And late summer find you standing in fields of plenty.

May the frost never afflict your spuds. May the leaves of your cabbage always be free from worms. May the crows never pick your haystack. If you inherit a donkey, may she be in foal.

May there always be work for your hands to do. May your purse always hold a coin or two. May the sun always shine on your windowpane. May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain. May the hand of a friend always be near you. May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

Wherever you go and whatever you do, May the luck of the Irish be there with you.

Wishing you always... Walls for the wind, A roof for the rain And tea beside the fire. Laughter to cheer you, Those you love near you, And all that your heart may desire

May neighbours respect you, Trouble neglect you, The angels protect you, And heaven accept you.

May the light of heaven shine on your grave.

May the smile of God light you to glory.

God bless the corners of this house, And be the lintel blest, And bless the hearth and bless the board, And bless each place of rest, And bless each door that opens wide To stranger as to kin, And bless each crystal window pane That lets the starlight in, And bless the rooftree overhead And every sturdy wall. The peace of man, the peace of God, The peace of love on all.