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| A Celtic Blessing
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 field. And, until we meet again May God hold you in the palm of his hand. |
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| Oh Danny boy, the pipes the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountain side The summer's gone and all the rose is fallin' Tis you, tis you, must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow Tis I'll be there in sunshiine or in shadow Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so. |
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When Irish Eyes are Smiling, sure it's like a morn in Spring. (Everyone's Irish on St. Patrick's Day! |
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