It's easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song.
But the man worth while is the one who can smile
When everything goes dead wrong.
Ireland, it's the one place on earth
That heaven has blessed
With melody, mirth,
And meadow and mist.
Do not resent growing old.
Many are denied the privilege.
May luck be your friend
In whatever you do
And may trouble be always
A stranger to you.
My friends are the best friends
Loyal, willing and able.
Now let's get to drinking!
All glassess off the table!
I drink to your health when I'm with you,
I drink to your health when I'm alone,
I drink to your health so often,
I'm starting to worry about my own!
Here's to being single...
Drinking doubles...
And seeing triple!
I have known many,
and like not a few,
but loved only one
and this toast is to you.
May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty.
May you have a clean shirt,
a clear consience,
and enough coins in your pocket to buy a pint.
May misfortune follow you for the rest of your life,
and never catch up.
Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.
May the saddest day of your future be no worse
than the happiest day of your past.
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