May every mischief, fresh and stale,

May all from Belfast to Kinsale,

Scoff, curse and damn you, Doneraile.

May neither flour nor oatmeal,

Be found or known in Doneraile;

May want and woe each joy curtail,

That e’er was known in Doneraile;

May no one coffin want a nail,

That wraps a rogue in Doneraile;

May all the thieves who rob and steal,