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Padraic Colum (1881–1972).  Anthology of Irish Verse.  1922.
103. Bruadar and Smith and Glinn
By Douglas Hyde (Translated)
BRUADAR and Smith and Glinn,
  Amen, dear God, I pray,
May they lie low in waves of woe,
  And tortures slow each day!
    Amen!        5
Bruadar and Smith and Glinn
  Helpless and cold, I pray,
Amen! I pray, O king,
  To see them pine away.
    Amen!        10
Bruadar and Smith and Glinn
  May flails of sorrow flay!
Cause for lamenting, snares and cares
  Be theirs by night and day!
    Amen!        15
Blindness come down on Smith,
  Palsy on Bruadar come,
Amen, O King of Brightness! Smite
  Glinn in his members numb,
    Amen!        20
Smith in the pangs of pain,
  Stumbling on Bruadar’s path,
King of the Elements, Oh, Amen!
  Let loose on Glinn Thy Wrath.
    Amen!        25
For Bruadar gape the grave,
  Up-shovel for Smith the mould,
Amen, O King of the Sunday! Leave
  Glinn in the devil’s hold.
    Amen!        30
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!        35
Glinn in a shaking ague,
  Cancer on Bruadar’s tongue,
Amen, O King of the Heavens! and Smith
  Forever stricken dumb.
    Amen!        40
Thirst but no drink for Glinn,
  Smith in a cloud of grief,
Amen! O King of the Saints; and rout
  Bruadar without relief.
    Amen!        45
Smith without child or heir,
  And Bruadar bare of store,
Amen, O King of the Friday! Tear
  For Glinn his black heart’s core.
    Amen!        50
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!        55
Glinn stiffening for the tomb,
  Smith wasting to decay,
Amen, O King of the Thunder’s gloom,
  And Bruadar sick alway.
    Amen!        60
Smith like a sieve of holes,
  Bruadar with throat decay,
Amen, O king of the Orders! Glinn
  A buck-show every day.
    Amen!        65
Hell-hounds to hunt for Smith,
  Glinn led to hang on high,
Amen, O King of the Judgment Day!
  And Bruadar rotting by.
    Amen!        70
Curses on Glinn, I cry,
  My curse on Bruadar be,
Amen, O king of the Heavens high!
  Let Smith in bondage be.
    Amen!        75
Showers of want and blame,
  Reproach, and shame of face,
Smite them all three, and smite again,
  Amen, O King of Grace!
    Amen!        80
Melt, may the three, away,
  Bruadar and Smith and Glinn,
Fall in a swift and sure decay
  And lose, but never win.
    Amen!        85
May pangs pass through thee, Smith,
  (Let the wind not take my prayer),
May I see before the year is out
  Thy heart’s blood flowing there.
    Amen!        90
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!        95
All ill from every airt
  Come down upon the three,
And blast them ere the year be out
  In rout and misery.
    Amen!        100
Glinn let misfortune bruise,
  Bruadar lose blood and brains,
Amen, O Jesus! hear my voice,
  Let Smith be bent in chains.
    Amen!        105
I accuse both Glinn and Bruadar,
  And Smith I accuse to God,
May a breach and a gap be upon the three,
  And the Lord’s avenging rod.
    Amen!        110
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!        115
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!        120
Blight skull, and ear, and skin,
  And hearing, and voice, and sight,
Amen! before the year be out,
  Blight, Son of the Virgin, blight.
    Amen!        125
May my curses hot and red
  And all I have said this day,
Strike the Black Peeler, too,
  Amen, dear God, I pray!
    Amen!        130


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