Here’s to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold pint– and another one!
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 you die in bed at 95, shot by a jealous spouse.
May misfortune follow you the rest of your life, and never catch up.
May you always have a clean shirt, a clear conscience, and enough coins in your pocket to buy a pint!
May your home always be too small to hold all your friends.
May you have food and raiment, a soft pillow for your head. May you be forty years in heaven before the devil knows you’re dead.
May the roof above you never fall in,
And those gathered beneath it never fall out.
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Source: Irish toasts at Island Ireland.com, the home of many more real Irish toasts and proverbs.
May your house be exactly the right size to hold all your friends, but in comfortable positions.
Here’s to enough beer to drink, enough whiskey to be drunk, and a wife that doesn’t beat you too hard, when you come home completely inebriated.
May you never gain access to an automobile.
May your potatoes grow big, your children grow fat, your bar tab grow long, and your shamrocks grow flat.
May wild dogs find your body before the devil knows your dead, unless you’ve been good, but we know you haven’t been.
Here’s to a pint, two pints and some cabbage, And plenty of coins in your couch when you rummage.
May you not confuse your wife’s sister with a wild hog and shoot her by accident.
May the road to the bar be flat in both directions. With no cars, especially on the way back. And sufficient safety features. And not be a popular route of the devil.
May the bartender have failed arithmetic.
May your roof cave in if you lack for libations,
So you don’t suffer long from hallucinations.
Soon after he discovers your mother’s dead, may the devil ask for directions from a disoriented, drunken bum.
May your dog be the loyalest,
your friends be the bestest,
may the devil just find you,
wearing pants of asbestos.
Here’s to the devil being on vacation in case you get shot by a jealous spouse.
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