May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings, slow to make enemies and quick to make friends. And may you know nothing but happiness from this day forward.
May the roof over your heads be as well thatched as those inside are well matched.
May your home always be too small to hold all your friends.
Health and long life to you, land without rent to you, a child every year to you, and death in Old Ireland.
May there be a generation of children on the children of your children.
Here’s to health, peace and prosperity. May the flower of love never be nipped by the frost of disappointment, nor shadow of grief fall among your family and friends.
May the roof above you never fall in,
And those gathered beneath it never fall out.