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| May you... Work like you don't need the money, Love like you've never been hurt, Dance like no one is watching, Screw like its being filmed, And drink like a true Irishman! |
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| SLAINTE! (Roughly pronounced as if you quickly slurred: "It's a lawn chair!") "TO YOUR HEALTH" |
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| CEAD MILE FAILTE! (roughly pronounced: Kay mee FALL-shuh!") ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND WELCOMES! |
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| May the good Lord take a liking to you.... But not too soon! |
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| As you slide down the bannister of life, May the splinters never point the wrong way! |
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| May the leprechauns be near you, To spread luck along your way. And may all the Irish angels, Smile upon you on this Day. |
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| An Irishman is never drunk as long as he can hold onto one blade of grass and not fall off the face of the earth! |
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| You're not too old when your hair turns gray, You're not too old when your teeth decay, But you'll know you're awaiting that final sleep, When your mind makes promises your body can't keep. |
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| May all your joys be pure joys, and all your pain be champagne |
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| It's easy to grin when your ship comes in and you've got the stock market beat, but the man who's worth while is the man who can smile when his pants are too tight in the seat! |
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| I've drank to your health in taverns, I've drank to your health in my home, I've drank to your health so dam many times, I believe I've ruined my own! |
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