Celtic Curses

Now listen to me carefully Man
And don't you mess with me!
My family are of Celtic stock
Both men of land and sea

We've often been a peaceful lot
Give up to you our ground
But pray to Heaven that you don't
Push one of us around!

Our curses can be gentle,
The kind that last and last
Or they can be so harsh you'll wish
Your life would soon be past!

No, don't you mess with Celtic folk
Tho' seldom do we seek
The kind of wrack and ruin
Our curses they can wreak!

Your life will end in tatters
Your happiness be gone
Upon our fathers souls!
This action won't take Long!

So listen well to me Good Man
For better you'd best be!
Cross not us mild Celtic folk
But learn to Humour Me!