A Stranger is Watchingから最後に取り上げる表現は "Wexford curse" で次の様にでてきました。
'Luck?' Steve said the word with wonderment as though he were hearing it for the first time. 'I haven't been thinking of luck so much as I have of an old Wexford curse. Do you know it by chance?'
'I don't think so.'
作品の登場人物も知らなかったので、覚える必要は全くありませんが、気になったので調べると次の詩(?)であることが分かりました。
May the grass grow at your door and the fox build his nest on your hearthstone.
May the light fade from your eyes, so you never see what you love.
May your own blood rise against you,
and the sweetest drink you take be the bitterest cup of sorrow.
May you die without benefit of clergy;
May there be none to shed a tear at your grave,
and may the hearthstone of hell be your best bed forever.