May you die in bed at ninety five years, shot by a jealous husband/wife.

May you die in bed at ninety five years, shot by a jealous husband/wife.

May you always wear silk.

May what goes down not come back up again.

May time never turn your head gray.

May your hens always lay

May your horses never stray.

May your milk never turn.

May the saints protect you,
And sorrow neglect you,
And bad luck to the one
That doesn’t respect you.

May the rocks in your field turn to gold.

May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
