May he never prosper
And my he never thrive
At anything he takes to hand
As long as he's alive
May the very ground he walks upon
The grass refuse to grow
Since he has been the cause
Of my sorrow grief and woe.

or


May you never prosper
May you always fail
At anything you take to hand
I hope you ne're do well
May the very ground etc etc.

or


There are tinkers tailors and shoemakers
Lie snoring asleep
While we poor souls on the ocean wide
are ploughing through the deep
There's no-one to defend us love
Or keep us from the cold
On the ocean wide where we must bide
Like jolly sailors bold.

or

Now I work down at the carwash
Where all it ever does is rain.

or

Pick up my guitar and play
just like yesterday
Get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again.

and so on