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May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
The sunshine 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.
May you have food and raiment,
A soft pillow for your head.
May you be forty years in heaven
Before the devil knows you’re dead.

In the New Year, may your right hand always be stretched out in friendship but never in want.
Here’s to a temperance supper,
With water in glasses tall,
And coffee and tea to end with--
And me not there at all
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Here’s to you and yours,
And to mine and ours,
And if mine and ours ever come
Across you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do
As much for mine and ours,
As mine and ours have done
For you and yours!

May the Good Lord take a liking to you,
... but not too soon!
May the face of every good news
And the back of every bad news
Be toward us.
May you have warm words on a cold evening,
a full moon on a dark night,
and a smooth road all the way to your door
As you slide down the banister of life, may all the splinters be pointing in the right direction
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