Irish Curses ...
May the snails devour his corpse And the rains do harm worse May
the devil sweep the hairy creature soon!
He's as greedy as a sow As the crows behind the plough- The black
man from the mountain,Shauneen Roo
May your hens take the disorder(the fowl-pest),your cows the crippen(phosphorosis)
and your calves the white scour! May yourself go stone-blind so that you
will not know your wife from a hay-stack!
May the seven terriers of hell sit on the spool of your breast and
bark in at your soul-case
Woe to you you dirty fellow You've filthied me!
A red nail on the tongue that said it
By my tongue may it get you
The treatment of the boiled broken little fish to you
The Roasting of the salmon to the very end on you
May you be broken over the masons cliff
Six horse-loads of graveyard clay on top of you
You will be defeated in every engagement you take part in and in
every assembly you attend
you will be spat on and reviled. (St. Patrick)
My curse on you and Crossconnell and may it never be without a fool(Colm
Cille)
May he always be flying and straying naked through the world until
death at spear-point takes him.My curse ever upon Sweeney and my blessing
on Eorainn (Ro/na/n)
I pray the powerful Creator that you may go as high as the shaft
of the missile and in the clouds of heaven as any bird and may the death
you gave my companion-death at spear point-come also on you.(Sweeney)
...the world will see that they won't have a days luck and will disappear like the froth of the river...
You will go and live always in that place where the fishes and sprats
live!
She won't be here any other time I'll call!
Evil,death short life to___
May spears of battle destroy___
May ___perish!May___pay
May it reach___Under rocks and mounds may__be
May hound-wounding,heart-ache and vultures gouging her eyes
Derangement and madness on her mind come soon
May the entrails and mansion of pleasure out of this worm fall out
But may she still be alive till everyones sick at the sight (Pedar
O Doirin)
Rain and fire ill wind and snow and hard-frost follow her
May Aeolus chase her into the harbors of Acheron down. Nine time sicker than the Ulstermen's illness let her be. May this insect get an illness that Hippocrates Cannot cure.(Pedar O'Doirin)
The Boss of the ship underneath and the rest of the people being
saved.(Minor Herbert)
May the curse of curses in sorrow prostrate you now!
Scorn disgrace malediction by churches and bells
Your old frame dead and lifeless with never a stir. With none to
wake your corpse your limbs
without a shroud!(Eoghan Rua O' Suilleabhain)
A stiff hanging hasty suitable rope round the thin throttle of this
thieving villain Torturing and hanging and shaking and trembling on a rope.
Since you stole the sheep,you lying spoiler into hell I wish you
to be tormented- In the depths of the whirlpool with Oscar blowing And
twenty-one demons each tearing you asunder
I Call on you o stone To keep Breed below She kept us short of drinkAnd
on our house brought shame And since,o Breed, you're buried now Eternal
thirst to you and drought!(Anthony Raftery)
May Fire and brimstone never fail to fall in showers on____May all
the Thieving fiends assail the thieving town of____ (Patrick Kelly)
May beef or lamb or veal be never seen in ____
My curse attend _____Her boats her borough and her fish.May every
woe that mars man come dancing down upon her dish.For all the thieves behind
you From Slaneyu's banks to Shannon side are poor scholars mind you to
the rogues you'd meet in _____.
harm and death to you swarthy ____.In the middle of the field may
your horse kill you Because of what was small and worthless A pair of guns
though o'er a fence thrown.
The devil sweep him
The devil swallow him sideways
Your soul to the devil!
May the devil make a fool of you
I give you to the devil
May the devil cut the head off you and make a days work of your neck
May the devil tear you
May old harry run away with him
Go to the dickens
May the devil damm you to the stone of dirges or to the well of ashes
seven miles below hell and may the devil break your bones. And all my calamity
and harm and misfortune for a year on you
In hell may you be because of your sins
May the devil have your soul under guard there .For you treacherously
swore that the head of the croppies was power whom you couldn't disparage.
To Halifax with him
Hell roast him
May the devil roast the___off Him
And the day will come when hell be cold and dumb and roast for eternity
May the devil take him by the heels and shake him.
Bad luck on him
Bad cess to him
Confusion on the money
The anguished bankruptcy of the year to you
May it do him no good only sorrow
May he never have a days luck
No butter be on your milk nor on your ducks a web.May your child
not walk and your cow be flayed. And may the flame be bigger and wider
which will go through your soul than the Connemara mountains if they were
on fire
May god weaken you
May your choking come on you
May a stich or convulsion strike you
May you be mangled
A poisonous pain in you
Death and smothering on you
Dysentery on you
The sea cat and death-strangling to her
The death of the kittens to you
May he die roaring
May he fester in his grave
I loathe and detest the miserable bastards...
A death without a priest to him in a town without a clergyman.
May you not see the cuckoo nor the corncrake
My curse on you and ruin to you you lying thieving rascal.
Let it not be long till you die despite the son of god.
The fate of Ned's cock to you
The curse of his weapons upon him
The curse of the wretched and the strong on the one who gave Tattheration
to him for a mule
Pursuing to them
I pray for sorrow on the house
The curse of Jesus on you
May the cats eat the women.
A fox on you fishing hook
The curse of the crows on you
The curse of Cromwell on you
May you be afflicted with the itch and have no nails to scratch with!
A mountain landslide down upon you
Whoever put me into impotent grief And took my white tom-cat in secret
from me.May the mice come in waves as his company and the rats from the
kiln give him the pursuit
The curse of widows and orphans on you
A high windy gallows to him
May you garner under Oscar's Flail
A red stone in your throat
May he melt away like the froth of the river Fishes hate
Horo O minister who gave me two pence
After keening you infant
May his death come on the rest of them down to the very last one
Oh ____may harm overtake you
A child be within you for ever unborn
Or if be born may he not be like a Christian.A pigs snout on him
and the mouth of a sheep.A beak of a duck that could dredge in the sludge.
Lest he be a hangman that would hang the people.
May every day of it be wet for ye(Saint Patrick)
O Jesus dear God and Father of the Lamb. Who sees us in fetters and
in bondage so hard. As you made us Christians between Friday and Monday
Protect us and banish this scum from us..
I bind you by grave injunctions of magic from the river,back to the
river, may you fall in a nettle patch,may savage dogs eat you one foot
on a mountain.
May you have no good luck and I recant the curse
Now may these be upon you until you have purchased me a well drawn Pint! Of Guinness! Conrad Jay Bladey 1995
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AGAIN
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