Irish Curses, 1

Patrick O'Kelly, Esq.

The Litany for Doneraile

Alas! how dismal is my tale,
I lost my watch in Doneraile.
My Dublin watch, my chain and seal,
Pilfer'd at once in Doneraile.
My Fire and Brimstone never fail
To fall in show'rs on Doneraile.
My all the leading Fiends assail
The thieving Town of Doneraile.
As light'ning's flash across the vale,
So down to Hell with Doneraile.
May Beef or Mutton, Lamb or Veal,
Be never found in Doneraile,
But Garlic Soup and scurvy Cale
Be still the food for Doneraile.
May Heav'n a chosen Curse entail
On rigid rotten Doneraile.
May Sun and Moon for ever fail
To beam their lights on Doneraile.
May ev'ry pestilential Gale
Blast that curs'd spot called Doneraile.
May no Cuckoo, Thrush, or Quail,
Be ever heard in Doneraile.
May Patriots, Kings, and Commonweal,
Despise and harass Doneraile.
May ev'ry Post, Gazette and Mail,
Sad tiding bring of Doneraile.
May profit light and tardy sale
Still damp the Trade of Doneraile.
May not one wish or pray'r avail
To soothe the woes of Doneraile.
May th'Inquisition straight impale
The Rapparies of Doneraile.
May curse of Sodom now prevail
And sink to ashes Doneraile.
May Charon's Boat triumphant sail
Completely Mann'd from Doneraile.
May ev'ry churn and milking pail
Fall dry to staves in Doneraile.
May vengeance fall at head and tail,
From North to South at Doneraile.
May Egypt's plagues at once prevail
To thin the Knaves of Doneraile.
May frost & snow, and sleet & hail
Benumb each joint in Doneraile.
May wolves & bloodhounds trace & trail
The cursed crew of Doneraile.
May Oscar with his fiery flail
To Atoms thresh all Doneraile.
May ev'ry mischief fresh and stale
Abide henceforth in Doneraile.
May all from Belfast to Kinsale
Scoff, curse, and damn you, Doneraile.
May want and woe each joy curtail
That e'er was known in Doneraile.
May not one Coffin want a nail
That wraps a rogue in Doneraile.
May all the Sons of Granaweal
Blush at the thieves of Doneraile.
May Curses wholesale and retail
Pour with full force on Doneraile.
Oh! may my Couplets never fail
To find new cures for Doneraile.


Colophon:
Dublin: Printed for the author in 1812 and now reprinted at St Sepulchre's Press 1977

Posted on the web by Seamus Cooney. Text from a copy of the broadside in my possession.
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