Lord, 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.
* Mountjoy is a prison.
Check Synge's contemporary countryman
James Stephens' Irish curse
(also directed at a woman).