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.

When the first light of Sun ~
Bless you.
when the long day is done~
Bless you.
In your smile and your tears~
Bless you.
Through each day of your years~
Bless 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 honor-
That’s the end of my song t’ ye! 

May the Irish Hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you
May the Blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.

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

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