Bruadar and Smith and Glinn BRUADAR and Smith and Glinn, Amen, dear God, I pray, May they lie low in waves of woe, And tortures slow each day! Amen! Bruadar and Smith and Glinn Amen! I pray, O King, Amen! Bruadar and Smith and Glinn Blindness come down on Smith, Amen, O King of Brightness! Smite Amen! Smith in the pangs of pain, Amen! For Bruadar gape the grave, Amen! Terrors on Bruadar rain, And pain upon pain on Glinn, Amen, O King of the Stars! And Smith May the devil be linking him. Amen! Glinn in a shaking ague, Cancer on Bruadar's tongue, Amen, O King of the Heavens! and Smith Forever stricken dumb. Amen! Thirst but no drink for Glinn, Smith in a cloud of grief, Amen! O King of the Saints; and rout Bruadar without relief. Amen! Smith without child or heir, And Bruadar bare of store, Amen, O King of the Friday! Tear Amen! Bruadar with nerveless limbs, Hemp strangling Glinn's last breath, Amen, O King of the World's Light! And Smith in grips with death. Amen! Glinn stiffening for the tomb, Smith wasting to decay, Amen, O King of the Thunder's gloom, And Bruadar sick alway. Amen! Smith like a sieve of holes, Bruadar with throat decay, Amen! Hell-hounds to hunt for Smith, Glinn led to hang on high, Amen, O King of the Judgment Day! Amen! Curses on Glinn, I cry, My curse on Bruadar be, Amen, O King of the Heavens high! Amen! Showers of want and blame, Amen! Melt, may the three, away, And lose, but never win. Amen! May pangs pass through thee, Smith, May I see before the year is out Leave Smith no place nor land, Let Bruadar wander wide, May the Devil stand at Glinn's right hand, And Glinn to him be tied. Amen! All ill from every airt Come down upon the three, And blast them ere the year be out Amen! Glinn let misfortune bruise, I accuse both Glinn and Bruadar, May a breach and a gap be upon the three, Amen! Each one of the wicked three Who raised against me their hand, May fire from heaven come down and slay This day their perjured band, Amen! May none of their race survive, May God destroy them all, Each curse of the psalms in the holy books Of the prophets upon them fall. Amen! Blight skull, and ear, and skin, And hearing, and voice, and sight, Amen! before the year be out, Blight, Son of the Virgin, blight. May my curses hot and red And all I have said this day, Strike the Black Peeler, too, Amen, dear God, I pray! Amen! Translated by DOUGLAS HYDE. The Bard on the Bodach (Who has denied him hospitality) MAY a messenger come from the High Place of God To bear up your soul to a throne- May your tables be laden with jewels and gold SEUMAS O'KELLY. |