The Toasts of Ireland
"A well turned toast bridges the gap between the present and the eternal. Take one or two with you today and give them a home! "
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 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 palm of his hand.
May God grant you many years to live, for sure he must be knowing the earth has angels all too few!
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.
May you be in heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you're dead!
May God be with you and bless you, may you see your children's children, may you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings, may you know nothing but happiness from this day forward.
In the New Year may your right hand always be strong!
St. Patrick was a gentleman who through strategy and stealth
drove all the snakes from Ireland. Heres a toasting to his health. But not
too many toastings lest you loose yourself and then forget the good St.
Patrick and see all those snakes again.
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.
Here's 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
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
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 childrens 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!
Walls for the wind, And a roof for the rain, And drinks beside the fire- Laughter to cheer you, And those you love near you, And all that your heart may desire!
May the lord keep you in his hand and never close his fist too
tight on you.
"Raise your glass and call up the truth and wisdom of all of the Brave
Celts who have gone before!"
Ask the Patriarch!
Ask the Curmudgeon!