'The Curse'

Lord, confound that surly sister,
Blight her brow with blotch and blister,
Cramp her gullet, lungs and liver
In her guts a galling give her.
Let her live to earn her dinners
In Mountjoy with seedy sinners.
Lord, this judgement quickly bring
And I'm your servant, J. M. Synge.

	-- J. M. Synge