Three Irish Bardic Tales Being Metrical Versions of the Three Tales known as The Three Sorrows of Story-telling. By John Todhunter |
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SONG OF FIANOULA.
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Hot are thy tears, O Lir,On the feathers of the Swans;
But cold shall rain the rains
Long ages upon thy children.
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Thou gavest us, O Lir,A cruel witch for our mother!
Poor father! for thee I weep
She has given thee Swans for children.
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Three hundred years must we treadLake-water in Derryvarragh:
On the saltness of Sruth-na-Moyle
Must welter, three hundred years.
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Three hundred years must we cleaveThe billows of Erris Domnann:
Till the bell rings in Inis Glory
She cursed us—nine hundred years!
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