May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Some Guinness was spilt on the barroom floor
When the pub was shut for the night.
When out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
And stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy foam from the floor
Then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long, you could hear the mouse roar,
"Bring on the goddamn cat!"
Oh wiskey, Oh wiskey, you led me a stray over the hills and far away, you beat me, you banged me, you knocked me in the ditch but I got up again to drink you, you son of a bitch.
Here's to Eve, the woman of our race. Who wore her fig leaf in just the right place.
But here's to Adam the father of us all. Who was in the right place when the leaves started to fall.