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Now i'll cast many a spell on old
Charlie Bell
cos he didn't play fair and he
cheated.
And although I'm a sport from the
kings'
own coat
these spells will be overheated.
By the hem of his coat may he fall
from his boat
and get eaten by forty fishes.
May he take a new job to make a few
bob
and end up washing the dishes.
May he fall downstairs and be eaten
by bears
when he wakes on Friday morning.
Let him slip on an eel, become a
crocodiles' meal
without a word of warning.
May his bed become soggy and his
carpets all boggy
when a flood pours over his floor.
May he never right through his door.
By the sole of his shoe may a huge
kangaroo
chase him miles across the outback.
May a bat bite his toes and a rat
steal his nose
and never ever give his snout back.
May every bad goblin from here to old
Dublin
plague him in sleep or awake.
May he work in all weathers be
tickled by feathers
and his eyeballs baked in a cake.
May a ghost from a grave give his
head a close shave
and throw all his hair in the ocean.
And may an old banshee from the town
of dundee
feed him a poisonous potion.
May a troop of red ants creep into
his pants
and cause him to scream and scratch
May a firework rocket go off in his
pocket
next time he light a match.
May he shake and shiver when he falls
in the river
and let a crab swim into his mouth.
May he plunge in a pool on his way
home from school
and the current carry him south.
By: John Rice
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