Irish blessings are upon you
May you have a wonderful day
And may the shamrocks be sparkling green
Pot of gold along the way.
May the path rise to meet ye
And the breeze be at yer back
May the sun shine warm upon yer face
Be there nothing that you lack.
I pray my blessings outnumber
The shamrock that grow in the Isle
I send this card straight to ye
With pleasure and a smile.
May He hole ye in the palm of His hand
From morn until evening sleep
Please know that I think of you
You're the pot of gold I'll keep.
© Ginny Bryant
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