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 
May the face of every good news
 and the back of every bad news
 be toward us

Like the goodness
 of the five loaves and two fishes,
Which God divided
 among the five thousand men,
May the blessing of the king
 who so divided
 be upon our share
 of this common meal. 

May the wind at your back
  not be the result of the corned beef 
and cabbage you had for lunch.

May the roof above us never fall in,
 and may we friends gathered below
 never fall out. 

May the strength of three
  be in your journey.

May peace and plenty be the first
to lift the latch on your door
 and happiness be guided to your home
by the candle of Christmas.

In the New Year
 may your right hand
 always be strong.

May there be a fox on your fishing hook
 and a hare on your bait
 and may you kill no fish
 until St. Brigids Day. 

The health of the salmon and of the trout that swim back and forward
 near the bulls mouth.

Heres to you and yours
 and to mine and ours
 and if mine and ours
 ever come across you and yours
 I hope you and yours
 will do as much for mine and ours 
as mine and ours
 have done for you and yours.

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 there be a generation of children
 on the children of your children.

Here's that we may always have
 a clean shirt, a clean conscience
 and a guinea in our pocket. 

Here's a health to your enemies enemies.

Here's health and prosperity
 to you and all your posterity
 and them that doesn't drink
 with sincerity
 that they may be damned
 for all eternity.

Rye bread will do you good
 Barley bread will do you no harm,
wheaten bread will sweeten your blood,
oaten bread will strengthen your arm.

May you live to be a hundred years
 with one extra year to repent.

May I see you grey
 and combing your children's hair.

Health and long life to you,
the woman of your choice to you,
a child every year to you,
land without rent to you
 and may you die in Ireland.

The health of the salmon to you
 a long life, a full heart 
and a wet mouth. 

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

May the lord keep you in his hand
 and never close his fist too tight on you.

The Humors of Whiskey

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