Christ be with me, 
Christ be within me, 
Christ behind me, Christ before me, 
Christ beside me, Christ to win me, 
Christ to comfort me, Christ above me, 
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger
Christ in hearts of all that love me 
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger. 

From the Breastplate of Saint Patrick


May the good saints protect you
And bless you today
And may troubles ignore you
Each step of the way



May the good Lord give you walls
to keep the wind out,
And a strong roof overhead to 
cool the sun
May there always be a warm 
fire waiting for you,
And a smile of welcome when
your day is done



May the hinges of our friendship
never grow rusty



May joy and peace surround you, 
Contentment latch your door, 
And happiness be with you now
And bless you evermore. 



May the saint protect ye-
An’ sorrow neglect ye, 
An’ bad luck to the one
That doesn’t respect ye
t’ all that belong to ye, 
An long life t’ yer honor-
That’s the end of my song t’ ye! 



May good luck be your friend
In whatever you do
And may trouble be always
A stranger to you. 



May your blessings outnumber
The Shamrocks that grow
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go. 



These things, I warmly wish for you-
Someone to love, 
Some work to do, 
A bit of o’ sun
A bit o’ cheer
And a guardian angel
Always near. 



Whenever there is happiness
Hope you’ll be there too, 
Wherever there are friendly smiles
Hope they’ll smile on you, 
Whenever there is sunshine, 
Hope it shine especially
For you to make each day for you
As bright as it can be. 



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



Ireland
It’s the one place on earth
That Heaven has kissed 
With melody, mirth
And meadow and mist. 



May brooks and trees and singing hills
Join in the chorus too, 
And every gentle wind that blows 
Send happiness to you. 



Lucky stars above you, 
Sunshine on your way, 
Many friends to love you, 
Joy in work and play-
Laughter to outweigh each care, 
In your heart a song-
And gladness waiting everywhere
All your whole life long! 



May you never find trouble
All crowdin’ and shovin’
But always good fortune-
All smilin’ and lovin’. 



May good luck be with you 
Wherever you go , 
And your blessing outnumber
The shamrocks that grow. 



Whenever I dream, It seems I dream
Of Erin’s rolling hills-
Of all its lovely, shimmery lakes
And little babbling rills-
I hear a colleen’s lilting laugh
Across a meadow fair
And in my dreams its almost seems
To me that I am there-
O, Ireland! O’, Ireland! 
We’re Never far apart
For you and all your beauty 
Fill my mind and touch my heart. 



When the first light of sun-
Bless you
When the long day is done_
Bless you
In your smiles and your tears-
Bless you
Through each day of your years-
Bless you. 



You’ve blessed me with friends
and laughter and fun
With rain that’s as soft
as the light from the sun-
You’ve blessed me with the stars
to brighten each night
You’ve give me help 
to know wrong from right
You’ve give me so much 
please, Lord give me too
A heart that is always 
Grateful to you. 



May you always have these
blessings…
A soft breeze when summer comes- 
A warm fireside in winter-
And always- the warm, soft smile
of a friend. 



May this home and all therein 
be blessed with God’s love. 



Like the warmth of the sun
And the light of the day, 
May the luck of the Irish 
shine bright on your way. 



Deep peace of the running waves
to you. 
Deep peace of the flowing air to you. 
Deep peace of the smiling stars to you. 
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 
Deep peace of the watching shepherds
to you. 
Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you 

An Old Gaelic Prayer



Grant me a send of humor, Lord, 
the saving grace to see a joke, 
To win some happiness from life, 
And pass it on to other folks. 



From the great Gales of Ireland
Are the men that God made mad, 
for all their wars are merry
And all their songs are sad. 

G. K. Chesterton



May the lilt of Irish laughter
Lighten every load, 
May the mist of Irish magic
Shorten every road, 
May you taste the sweetest pleasures
That fortune ere bestowed, 
And may all your friends remember. 
All the favors you are owed. 



May you be half an hour in Heaven 
Before the Devil knows you’re dead. 



O, Ireland isn’t it grand you look-
Like a bride in her rich adornin’
And with all the pent-up love of 
my heart
I bid you the top o’ the mornin’.

John Locke



May your pockets be heavy-
Your heart be light
And may good luck pursue you
Each morning and night 



May the roads rise to meet you. 
May the wind be at your back. 
May 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 palm of His hand.

A Gaelic Blessing



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



The Harp that once through
Tara’s hills
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls
As if that soul were fled
So sleep the pride of former days,
So Glory’s thrill is o’er-
And the hearts that once 
Beat high for praise
Now feel that pulse no more.

Thomas Moore



Hills as green as emeralds
Cover the countryside
Lakes as blue as sapphires-
And Ireland’s special pride
And rivers that shine like silver
Make Ireland look so fair-
But the friendliness of her people 
Is the richest treasure there.



ERIN
Where the wind has a sound like a
sweet song, 
And anyone can hum it,
And the heather grows upon the hills
And shamrocks not far from it. 



May this luck of the Irish be always, 
at hand. 
And good friends always near you-
May each and every coming day
Bring some special joy to cheer you.



May the love and protection 
Saint Patrick can give 
Be yours in abundance 
As long as you live. 



A special Irish blessing
From the heart of a friend- 
"May good fortune be yours, 
May your joys never end." 



The rose and the shamrock
Will always remind me 
Of lanes in the hills 
That I left far behind me. 

E. Gary Brooks



May your home be filled with laughter 
May your pockets be filled with gold
And may you have all the happiness 
Your Irish heart can hold. 



A BLESSING FOR YOU AND YOURS
May the grace of God’s protection 
And His great love abide
Within your home-within the hearts 
Of all who dwell inside.



Take me home to Shamrock Hill
The glorious place of my birth
Where the glens are green and the 
heather grows- 
‘Tis the prettiest place on earth-
The wind blows free and the air is fresh 
And I sti5ll hear a rippling rill. 
My heart is sad, but it could be glad- 
Take me home to Shamrock Hill.

E. Gary Brooks



May you have all the happiness
And luck that life can hold- 
And at the end of your rainbows
May you find a pot of gold.



May you have…
a song in your heart
a smile on your lips
and nothing but joy
at your finger tips!. 

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. 

         



St. Patrick's Breastplate


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