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When Irish Eyes Are Smiling.
There's a tear in your eye,
And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile,
Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.
Chorus
When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.
For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet's sweet song,
Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get.
An Irishmans Philosophy Of Life.
"In life there are only two things to worry about, either you are well, or you are sick.If you are well, there is nothing to worry about, but if you are sick, you have two thing to worry about;either you will live, or you will die.If you live, there is nothing to worry about,if you die, you have two things to worry about;either you will go to heaven or to hell, if you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about, but if you go to hell, you'll be too busy shaking hands with your friends, you won't have time to worry!"
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rain fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
May you live as long as you want.
And never want as long as you live.
Always to remember to forget
the things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.
Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those that stuck by you.
Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed your way.
But never forget to remember
The blessing that come each day.
May the saddest day of your future be no worse
The happiest day of your past.
May the roof above you never fall in.
And may the friends gathered below it never fall out.
May you have warm words on a cold evening.
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.
May you life to be a hundred years.
With one extra year to repent.
May the Lord hold you in His hand
And never close his fist too tight.
May neighbors respect you,
Troubles neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.
May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessing of St Patrick behold you.
May you pockets be heavy and your heart be light,
May good luck persue you each morning and night.
Walls for the wind,
And a roof for the rain,
And drinks beside the fire-
Laughter to cheer you,
And those you love near you,
And all that your heart may desire.
May God be with you and bless you,
May you see your children's children,
May you be poor in misforture, rich in blessings.
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.
Midi playing:When Irish Eyes Are Smiling.
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O Ireland isn't grand you look-
Like a bride in her rich adorin?
And with all the pent-up love of my heart.
I bid you the top o'the morning.
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