We ask the devil bring forth them pain With sorrow and sighs and mickle shame Willed to destroy all the habit hold All the consorts and family that in fold Little good shall come to fore Of all the rest of years to score Damning all for all in time Those against thy path align
Call to thy aster do thine bid Suffer unto them as they may live And if by the cancer that they should die Tormend their souls in simple rhyme
Let you and yours that future may find Upon each and everyone uncounted times A jinx that is carried to all and for all With this hex I will the devil to call
Suffer the written all in this dark vow Bringer of harm to come forth on them now And if they let pass in a span without tear Have drawn down upon them a muster of fear With only a passing and whisper of words In hopes of casting to them withthis curse For all of the wicked that they have all done And of the foulsome they now have become
Little good shall come to fore Of all the rest of years to score Damning all for all in time Those against thy path align