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"Il calendario"

In the name of God who made a pathway of the waves,
May He bring us safely home at the end of the day.
May the grave of God's protection
And His great love aboide
Within your home-within the hearts
Of all who dwell inside.
The health of the salmon and of the trout
That swim back and farward near the Bull's Mouth;
Don't ask for saucepan, jug or mug,
Down the hatch... drink it up!
May brooks and trees and singing hills
Join in the chorus, too.
And every gentle wind that blows
Send happynes to you.
Brigid that is in Faughart,
Blinne that is in Killeavey,
Branagh that is in Ballinakill,
May you bring me back to Ireland.
Have you ever been to Ireland
With its rolling hills so green?
Sure'n it's the foirest land
That ever has been seen
And those green hills of Ireland
May be very far away
But they're close to every Irish heart
No matter what the day.
May your troubles be less
And your blessings be more
And nothing but happiness
Come thraugh your door.
As plentiful as the grass that growes,
Or the sand on the shore,
Or the dew on the lea,
So the blessings of the King of grace
On every soul that was, that is, or will be.
May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the rood downhill all the way to your door.
May you have these blessings...
Good healt to make life enjoyable
Good fortune to make it bright
And lats of happiness always
With everything going just right.
May your home be filled with loughter
May your pockets be filled with gold
And may you have all the happiness
Your Irish heart can hold.
May Saint Patrick guard you in
you go and guide you in
whatever you do-and may his loving
protection be a blessing to you always.