May the curse of each hag that e’er carried a bag
Alight on the vag. till his hair turns grey.
May monkeys affright him, and mad dogs still bite him,
And every one slight him, asleep or awake;
May weasels still gnaw him, and jackdaws still claw him—
The monster that murdered Nell Flaherty’s drake.
The only good news that I have to infuse
Is that old Peter Hughes and blind Peter McCrake,
And big-nosed Bob Manson, and buck-toothed Ned Hanson,
Each man had a grandson of my lovely drake.