May your light in the window,
Flicker and die,
May your pipes all freeze up,
May your wells all run dry,
May the fly on the cow pie shoot worms in your eye,
And when you think of me, may you cry.
May the hens in your hen house,
Decide not to lay,
May your days be too short,
May you burn all your hay,
May the mules in the pasture constantly bray,
And when you think of me, may your hair all turn gray.
May the ox on your plow,
Up and go lame,
May your hogs all be wild,
May your skies never rain,
May the lies that you tell make you burst into flame,
And when you think of me, may you be off your game.
May the garden you're planting,
Whither from blight,
May your sheep all tip over,
May your goats die of fright,
May Bessie the milk cow be your only wife,
And when you think of me, may you wish for my life.
