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).