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The Curse

[To a sister of an enemy of the author's who disapproved of `The Playboy']

    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.

Notes

Mountjoy: Dublin jail.

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