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| 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 |
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| Bruadar and Smith and Glinn | |
| Helpless and cold, I pray, | |
| Amen! I pray, O king, | |
| To see them pine away. | |
| Amen! | 10 |
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| Bruadar and Smith and Glinn | |
| May flails of sorrow flay! | |
| Cause for lamenting, snares and cares | |
| Be theirs by night and day! | |
| Amen! | 15 |
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| Blindness come down on Smith, | |
| Palsy on Bruadar come, | |
| Amen, O King of Brightness! Smite | |
| Glinn in his members numb, | |
| Amen! | 20 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| Glinn in a shaking ague, | |
| Cancer on Bruadar’s tongue, | |
| Amen, O King of the Heavens! and Smith | |
| Forever stricken dumb. | |
| Amen! | 40 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| Glinn stiffening for the tomb, | |
| Smith wasting to decay, | |
| Amen, O King of the Thunder’s gloom, | |
| And Bruadar sick alway. | |
| Amen! | 60 |
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| Smith like a sieve of holes, | |
| Bruadar with throat decay, | |
| Amen, O king of the Orders! Glinn | |
| A buck-show every day. | |
| Amen! | 65 |
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| 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 |
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| Curses on Glinn, I cry, | |
| My curse on Bruadar be, | |
| Amen, O king of the Heavens high! | |
| Let Smith in bondage be. | |
| Amen! | 75 |
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| Showers of want and blame, | |
| Reproach, and shame of face, | |
| Smite them all three, and smite again, | |
| Amen, O King of Grace! | |
| Amen! | 80 |
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| Melt, may the three, away, | |
| Bruadar and Smith and Glinn, | |
| Fall in a swift and sure decay | |
| And lose, but never win. | |
| Amen! | 85 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| All ill from every airt | |
| Come down upon the three, | |
| And blast them ere the year be out | |
| In rout and misery. | |
| Amen! | 100 |
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| Glinn let misfortune bruise, | |
| Bruadar lose blood and brains, | |
| Amen, O Jesus! hear my voice, | |
| Let Smith be bent in chains. | |
| Amen! | 105 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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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