May the roof of your house never fall in, and those within it never fall out.

May you be in heaven a half an hour before the divil knows you're dead

May the road rise to meet you; may the wind always be 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

What butter and whiskey will not cure, There's no cure for

Death is a poor man's best physician.

Patience is the best thing for a disease without a cure

A long ilness never told a lie.

A fine Christmas makes the graveyard full