May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
May those that love us, love us.
For those that don't love us, may God turn their hearts
and If he can't turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles
So we may know them by their limp.
Scotch/Irish and as pale as you'd expect...
