Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922.
By Douglas Hyde103. Bruadar and Smith and Glinn
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Amen, dear God, I pray,
May they lie low in waves of woe,
And tortures slow each day!
Amen!
Helpless and cold, I pray,
Amen! I pray, O king,
To see them pine away.
Amen!
May flails of sorrow flay!
Cause for lamenting, snares and cares
Be theirs by night and day!
Amen!
Palsy on Bruadar come,
Amen, O King of Brightness! Smite
Glinn in his members numb,
Amen!
Stumbling on Bruadar’s path,
King of the Elements, Oh, Amen!
Let loose on Glinn Thy Wrath.
Amen!
Up-shovel for Smith the mould,
Amen, O King of the Sunday! Leave
Glinn in the devil’s hold.
Amen!
And pain upon pain on Glinn,
Amen, O King of the Stars! And Smith
May the devil be linking him.
Amen!
Cancer on Bruadar’s tongue,
Amen, O King of the Heavens! and Smith
Forever stricken dumb.
Amen!
Smith in a cloud of grief,
Amen! O King of the Saints; and rout
Bruadar without relief.
Amen!
And Bruadar bare of store,
Amen, O King of the Friday! Tear
For Glinn his black heart’s core.
Amen!
Hemp strangling Glinn’s last breath,
Amen, O King of the World’s Light!
And Smith in grips with death.
Amen!
Smith wasting to decay,
Amen, O King of the Thunder’s gloom,
And Bruadar sick alway.
Amen!
Bruadar with throat decay,
Amen, O king of the Orders! Glinn
A buck-show every day.
Amen!
Glinn led to hang on high,
Amen, O King of the Judgment Day!
And Bruadar rotting by.
Amen!
My curse on Bruadar be,
Amen, O king of the Heavens high!
Let Smith in bondage be.
Amen!
Reproach, and shame of face,
Smite them all three, and smite again,
Amen, O King of Grace!
Amen!
Bruadar and Smith and Glinn,
Fall in a swift and sure decay
And lose, but never win.
Amen!
(Let the wind not take my prayer),
May I see before the year is out
Thy heart’s blood flowing there.
Amen!
Let Bruadar wander wide,
May the Devil stand at Glinn’s right hand,
And Glinn to him be tied.
Amen!
Come down upon the three,
And blast them ere the year be out
In rout and misery.
Amen!
Bruadar lose blood and brains,
Amen, O Jesus! hear my voice,
Let Smith be bent in chains.
Amen!
And Smith I accuse to God,
May a breach and a gap be upon the three,
And the Lord’s avenging rod.
Amen!
Who raised against me their hand,
May fire from heaven come down and slay
This day their perjured band,
Amen!
May God destroy them all,
Each curse of the psalms in the holy books
Of the prophets upon them fall.
Amen!
And hearing, and voice, and sight,
Amen! before the year be out,
Blight, Son of the Virgin, blight.
Amen!
And all I have said this day,
Strike the Black Peeler, too,
Amen, dear God, I pray!
Amen!