May the good saints protect you
And bless you today
And may troubles ignore you
Each step of the way
May joy and peace surround you,
Contentment latch your door,
And happiness be with you now
And bless you evermore.
May the saint protect ye-
An’ sorrow neglect ye,
An’ bad luck to the one
That doesn’t respect ye
t’ all that belong to ye,
An long life t’ yer honor-
That’s the end of my song t’ ye!
May good luck be your friend
IN whatever you do
And may trouble be always
A stranger to you.
May your blessings outnumber
The Shamrocks that grow
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.
These things, I warmly wish for you-
Someone to love,
Some work to do,
A bit of o’ sun
A bit o’ cheer
And a guardian angel
Always near.
Whenever there is happiness
Hope you’ll be there too,
Wherever there are friendly smiles
Hope they’ll smile on you,
Whenever there is sunshine,
Hope it shine especially
For you to make each day for you
As bright as it can be.
May your troubles be less
And your blessing be more
And nothing but happiness
Come through your door
Ireland
It’s the one place on earth That Heaven has kissed
With melody, mirth
And meadow and mist.
May brooks and trees and singing hills
Join in the chorus too,
And every gentle wind that blows
Send happiness to you.
Lucky stars above you,
Sunshine on your way,
Many friends to love you,
Joy in work and play-
Laughter to outweigh each care,
In your heart a song-
And gladness waiting everywhere
All your whole life long!
May you never find trouble
All crowdin’ and shovin’
But always good fortune-
All smilin’ and lovin’.
May good luck be with you
Wherever you go ,
And your blessing outnumber
The shamrocks that grow.
Whenever I dream, It seems I dream
Of Erin’s rolling hills-
Of all its lovely, shimmery lakes
And little babbling rills-
I hear a colleen’s lilting laugh
Across a meadow fair
And in my dreams its almost seems
To me that I am there-
O, Ireland! O’, Ireland!
We’re Never far apart
For you and all your beauty
Fill my mind and touch my heart.
When the first light of sun-
Bless you
When the long day is done_
Bless you
In your smiles and your tears-
Bless you
Through each day of your years-
Bless you.
You’ve blessed me with friends
and laughter and fun
With rain that’s as soft
as the light from the sun-
You’ve blessed me with the stars
to brighten each night
You’ve give me help
to know wrong from right
You’ve give me so much
please, Lord give me too
A heart that is always
Grateful to you.
May you always have these
blessings…
A soft breeze when summer comes-
A warm fireside in winter-
And always- the warm, soft smile
of a friend.
May this home and all therein
be blessed with God’s love.
Christ be with me,
Christ be within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger
Christ in hearts of all that love me
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.
FROM THE BREASTPLATE OF SAINT PATRICK
Like the warmth of the sun
And the light of the day,
May the luck of the Irish
shine bright on your way.
Deep peace of the running waves
to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the smiling stars to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the watching shepherds
to you.
Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you
AN OLD GAELIC PRAYER
Grant me a send of humor, Lord,
the saving grace to see a joke,
To win some happiness from life,
And pass it on to other folks.
From the great Gales of Ireland
Are the men that God made mad,
for all their wars are merry
And all their songs are sad.
G.K. CHESTERTON
May the lilt of Irish laughter
Lighten every load,
May the mist of Irish magic
Shorten every road,
May you taste the sweetest pleasures
That fortune ere bestowed,
And may all your friends remember.
All the favors you are owed.
May you be half an hour in Heaven
Before the Devil knows you’re dead.
O, Ireland isn’t it grand you look-
Like a bride in her rich adornin’
And with all the pent-up love of
my heart
I bid you the top o’ the mornin’.
JOHN LOCKE
The leprechaun is a solitary creature avoiding contact with mortals and other leprechauns--indeed the whole fairy tribe. He pours all of his passion into the concentration of carefully making shoes. A leprechaun can always be found with a shoe in one hand and a hammer in the other.
Most leprechauns are ugly, stunted creatures, not taller than boys of the age of ten or twelve. But they are broad and bulky, with faces like dried apples. They have a mischievous light in their eyes and their bodies, despite their stubbiness, usually move gracefully.
They possess all the earth's treasures, but prefer to dress drab. Usually grey or green colored coats, a sturdy pocket-studded apron, and a hat---sometimes green or dusty red colored.
They have been know to be foul-mouthed and they smoke ill-smelling pipes calld 'dudeens' and they drink quite a bit of beer from ever handy jugs. But the other fairies endure them because they provide the much needed service of cobblery.
Leprechauns guard the fairies' treasures. They must prevent it's theft by mortals. They, alone, remember when the marauding Danes landed in Ireland and where they hid their treasure. Although, they hide the treasures well, the presence of a rainbow alerts mortals to the whereabouts of gold hordes. This causes the leprechauns great anxiety---for no matter how fast he moves his pot of gold, he never can get away from rainbows.
If a mortal catches a leprechaun and sternly demands his treasure, he will give it to the mortal. Rarely does this happen.
Occasionally, especially after a wee too much beer, he will offer a mortal not only a drink but some of his treasure.
Female leprechauns do not exist.