Irish Blessings Taliesin_2 Thu Mar 18 20:55:18 1999 May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.*p*May the road rise up to meet you; May the wind be always at*br*your back, the sun shine warm upon your face, The rain fall soft upon your fields, And until we meet again May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.*p*May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a*br*dark night, and the road downhill all the way to your door.*p*May you live to be a hundred years, with one extra year to repent.*p*May you be in heaven 1/2 hour before the devil knows you're dead.*p*As you slide down the banisters of life may the splinters never point the wrong way.*p*May the wind at your back always be your own.*p* There are many good reasons for drinking,*br* One has just entered my head*br* If a man doesn't drink when he's living,*br* How the hell can he drink when he's dead?*p*May those who love us, love us. And for those who don't love*br*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.*p* May there be a fox on your fishing hook*br* and a hare on your bait*br* and may you kill no fish*br* until St. Brigid's Day*p*May your troubles be as few and as far apart as my Grandmothers teeth.*p*May the horns of your cattle always touch heather.*p*May the best day of your past be the worst day of your future.*p* Here's to the bull that roams through the wood,*br* and does all the heifer's so very much good,*br* for if it was nay for him,*br* and his little red rod,*br* there'd be none of here could eat steak by*br*God.*p* Catch the moments as they fly,*br* and use them as ye ought man,*br* believe me happiness is shy*br* and comes not aye*br* when sought man.*p*May the roof above us never fall in, and may we friends gathered below never fall out.