Someone mentioned the Civil War - there's:

With the devil I do say, Curse Americay!
For I'm sure I've had enough of their hard fighting.

That's after Paddy and his recruited comrades have been told, Every murdered soul of you will get a pension, and after, In the war I lost me leg, All I've now is a wooden peg ... - BY THE HUSH, ME BOYS (as sung by O.J. Abbott in the Edith Fowke collection)


There's a Gaelic song from Cape Breton in which the bard wishes some poor woman who joked about his red hair will prove barren, but if she is not barren, that she will live to see all her children die before her. I believe that one's in the Helen Creighton collection.

And let's not forget that MacLean & MacLean jewel "F--- Ya" - some less gentrified soul can write those lyrics out.