May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.
An Irishman is never drunk as long as he can hold on to one blade of grass
and not fall off the face of the earth.
May you live to be a hundred years, with one extra year to repent.
As you slide down the banisters of life may the splinters never point the wrong way.
May your troubles be as few as your grandmother's teeth.
In Heaven there is no beer that's why we drink it here.
May the enemies of Ireland never eat bread or drink whisky, but be afflicted with itching without the benefit of scratching.
May the roof above us never fall in, and may we friends gathered below never fall out.
May you get all your wishes but one, so you always have something to strive for.
May God bring good health to your enemies enemies.
May those who love us, love us and those who don't love us, may God turn their hearts.
And if he can not turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles, so we may know them by their limping.
(From the Internet)