THE CURSE

by: John Millington Synge (1871-1909)

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

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