Circa 1754, Patrick O'Kelly composed a clever but scathing poem called "The Curse of Doneraile" (Cork), when his watch apparently turned up missing there. The poem was widely circulated throughout Ireland and caused a great deal of amusement. To appease O'Kelly, Lady Doneraile presented him with a "watch and seal," in place of the one he "lost," upon receipt of which he wrote "Blessings on Doneraile." BLESSINGS ON DONERAILE How vastly pleasing is my tale I found my watch in Doneraile. My Dublin watch, my chain and seal Were all restored at Doneraile. May fire and brimstone ever fail To hurt or injure Doneraile. May neither friend nor foe assail The splendid town of Doneraile. May lightning never singe the vale That leads to generous Doneraile. May Pompey's fate and old Pharsale Be still reversed at Doneraile. May beef and mutton, lamb and veal Plentyful be at Doneraile. May garlic soup and scurvy kale No palate spoil in Doneraile. May neither frog nor creeping snail Subtract the crops of Doneraile. May Heaven each chosen bliss entail On honest, friendly Doneraile. May Sol and Luna never fail To shed their light on Doneraile. May every soft ambrosial gale Waft heavenly bliss to Doneraile. May every cuckoo, thrush and quail A concert sing in Doneraile. May every post, gazette and mail Glad tidings bring to Doneraile. May no harsh thunder sound a peal To incommode sweet Doneraile. May profit high and speedy sale Enlarge the trade of Doneraile. May fame resound a pleasant tale Of all the joys in Doneraile. May Egypt's plagues forever fail To hurt or injure Doneraile. May frost and snow, and rain and hail No mischief do at Doneraile. May Oscar with his fiery flail Thrash all the foes of Doneraile. May all from Belfast to Kinsale Respect the town of Doneraile, May choisest flour and oatenmeal Be still to spare at Doneraile. May want and woe no joy curtail That's always known in Doneraile. No coffin that grim death can nail May wrap a rogue in Doneraile. There are no thieves to rob and steal Within two leagues of Doneraile. And all the sons of Granuale Can well be proud of Doneraile. May no dire monster, shark or whale Annoy or torture Doneraile. May no disaster e'er assail The bliss and peace of Doneraile. May every transport wont to sail Increase the wealth of Doneraile. May every churn and milking pail O'erflow with cream at Doneraile. May cold and hunger ne'er congeal The good rich blood of Doneraile. May every day new joys reveal To crown the bliss of Doneraile. May every soft ambrosial gale Sweet odours waft to Doneraile. May no corroding ill prevail To damp the joys of Doneraile. May the Inquisition ne'er impale Or hurt a limb from Doneraile. May Sodom's curse forever fail To hurt and injure Doneraile But may each wish and prayer prevail To crown with peace sweet Doneraile.