PICK AND MIX BAG OF IRISHNESS

Here we have a few Irish blessings that Shane has sought out for us all. Bless his dear little sweet heart! Such an obliging boy isn't he? Being a fervent supporter of all things Irish, this keen lad must of spent many years on his Grandmammy's knee soaking up 'the old ways'

 

IRISH BLESSINGS

Like the warmth of the sun
And the light of the day,
May the luck of the Irish
shine bright on your way.

May your pockets be heavy-
Your heart be light
And may good luck pursue you
Each morning and night

May the good saints protect you
And bless you today
And may troubles ignore you
Each step of the way 

Grant me a sense of humour, Lord,
the saving grace to see a joke,
To win some happiness from life,
And pass it on to other folks.

May joy and peace surround you,
Contentment latch your door,
And happiness be with you now
And bless you evermore. 

May brooks and trees and singing hills
Join in the chorus too,
And every gentle wind that blows
Send happiness to you.

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.

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.

May good luck be your friend
In whatever you do
And may trouble be always
A stranger to you.

 

Hills as green as emeralds
Cover the countryside
Lakes as blue as sapphires-
And Ireland’s special pride
And rivers that shine like silver
Make Ireland look so fair-
But the friendliness of her people
Is the richest treasure there.

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

May your home be filled with laughter
May your pockets be filled with gold
And may you have all the happiness
Your Irish heart can hold.

May your blessings outnumber
The Shamrocks that grow
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.

May you be half an hour in Heaven
Before the Devil knows you’re dead

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 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 honour-
That’s the end of my song t’ ye! 

 

Bless him, how sweet were they? we all knew Shane was a lovely lad. Thank You boy!  You've done your country proud! Wish I could say the same about the Dictionary page! I am shocked and disgusted at Mark! No wonder he didn't chip in on this page!! Because  he was in cahoots with Dame Evadne..

 

IRISH PROVERBS

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.

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!

Ireland It’s the one place on earth That Heaven has kissed With melody, mirth And meadow and mist 

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 favours you are owed.

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 the roads rise to meet you. May the wind be at your back. May 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 palm of His hand.

May you have all the happiness And luck that life can hold- And at the end of your rainbows May you find a pot of gold.

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.

How sweetly lies old Ireland Emerald green beyond the foam, Awakening sweet memories Calling the heart back home

The Harp that once through Tara’s hills The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls As if that soul were fled So sleep the pride of former days, So Glory’s thrill is o’er- And the hearts that once Beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.

A BLESSING FOR YOU AND YOURS
May the grace of God’s protection
And His great love abide
Within your home-within the hearts
Of all who dwell inside.