The Litany for Doneraile

    Alas! how dismal is my tale,
    I lost my watch in Doneraile.
    My Dublin watch, my chain and seal,
    Pilfer'd at once in Doneraile.
    My Fire and Brimstone never fail
    To fall in show'rs on Doneraile.
    My all the leading Fiends assail
    The thieving Town of Doneraile.
    As light'ning's flash across the vale,
    So down to Hell with Doneraile.
    May Beef or Mutton, Lamb or Veal,
    Be never found in Doneraile,
    But Garlic Soup and scurvy Cale
    Be still the food for Doneraile.
    May Heav'n a chosen Curse entail
    On rigid rotten Doneraile.
    May Sun and Moon for ever fail
    To beam their lights on Doneraile.
    May ev'ry pestilential Gale
    Blast that curs'd spot called Doneraile.
    May no Cuckoo, Thrush, or Quail,
    Be ever heard in Doneraile.
    May Patriots, Kings, and Commonweal,
    Despise and harass Doneraile.
    May ev'ry Post, Gazette and Mail,
    Sad tiding bring of Doneraile.
    May profit light and tardy sale
    Still damp the Trade of Doneraile.
    May not one wish or pray'r avail
    To soothe the woes of Doneraile.
    May th'Inquisition straight impale
    The Rapparies of Doneraile.
    May curse of Sodom now prevail
    And sink to ashes Doneraile.
    May Charon's Boat triumphant sail
    Completely Mann'd from Doneraile.
    May ev'ry churn and milking pail
    Fall dry to staves in Doneraile.
    May vengeance fall at head and tail,
    From North to South at Doneraile.
    May Egypt's plagues at once prevail
    To thin the Knaves of Doneraile.
    May frost & snow, and sleet & hail
    Benumb each joint in Doneraile.
    May wolves & bloodhounds trace & trail
    The cursed crew of Doneraile.
    May Oscar with his fiery flail
    To Atoms thresh all Doneraile.
    May ev'ry mischief fresh and stale
    Abide henceforth in Doneraile.
    May all from Belfast to Kinsale
    Scoff, curse, and damn you, Doneraile.
    May want and woe each joy curtail
    That e'er was known in Doneraile.
    May not one Coffin want a nail
    That wraps a rogue in Doneraile.
    May all the Sons of Granaweal
    Blush at the thieves of Doneraile.
    May Curses wholesale and retail
    Pour with full force on Doneraile.
    Oh! may my Couplets never fail
    To find new cures for Doneraile.