Irish

Irish toasts usually make everyone feel like they are included in the celebration, whatever the ancestry. They are warm, funny, sincere, and show a love of life overshadowed only by a love of good whiskey. Whether it is St. Patrick’s day or any day of the year, you can find a toast from this list that should suit your occasion.

It’s better to spend money like there’s no tomorrow, than to spend tonight like there’s no money.

May your glasses ever be full. May the roof over your head be always strong. And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead.

Here’s to long life and a merry one. A quick death and an easy one. A pretty girl and an honest one. A cold beer – and another one!

May the joys of today be those of tomorrow. The goblets of life hold no dregs of sorrow.

May the luck of the Irish possess you. May the devil fly off with your worries. May God bless you forever and ever.

St. Patrick was a gentleman who through strategy and stealth drove all the snakes from Ireland. Here’s toasting to his health. But not too many toastings lest you lose yourself, and then forget the good St. Patrick, and see all those snakes again.

May the luck of the Irish lead to happiest heights and the highway you travel be lined with green lights.

May brooks and trees and singing hills join I the chorus too. And every gentle wind that blows send happiness to you.

May your right hand always be stretched out in friendship and never in want.

Here’s to a sweetheart, a bottle and a friend. The first is beautiful, the second full, and the last ever faithful.

May the hand of a friend always be near you, and may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point the wrong way.

May the leprechauns be near you, to spread good luck along your way. And may all the Irish angels, smile upon you St. Patrick’s Day.

Here’s to beefsteak when you’re hungry, whiskey when you’re dry, all the women you’ll ever want, and heaven when you die.

When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let’s all get drunk, and go to heaven!

May your health be like the capital of Ireland--
Always Dublin!

But the greatest love--the love above all loves,
Even greater than that of a mother...
Is the tender, passionate, undying love,
Of one beer drunken slob for another.--Irish love ballad