Curses
May those who love us love us. And those that don't love us, May God turn their hearts. And if He doesn't turn their hearts, May he turn their ankles, So we'll know them by their limping. May the curse of Mary Malone and her nine blind illegitimate children chase you so far over the hills of Damnation that the Lord himself can't find you with a telescope. May you leave without returning. May you fall without rising. May the cat eat you, and may the cat be eaten by the devil. May the enemies of Ireland never meet a friend.