May the chimney-hook and the pot-hooks

Against thee rise in cruel war;

The ladle, the dishes, and the pot-stick,

For the dread attack prepare.

May the pot-stick and the round tables,

Cresset, noggin, and hardware store,

All help to tear, and flay, and skin thee

When fell’d beneath them on the floor.

What if the spotted water-bull,

And the Glashtan would thee take, for all

And the Fynoderee of the glen, waddling,

To make of thee a bolster against the wall.

The Fairy of the Glen and the Buggane,

Finn MacCool and all his company;

May they gather together about thy bed,

And in a straw-rope creel run off with thee.