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 drink And 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 1995To return to the top of this page click here
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