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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OIFA'S SONG OF DOOM.
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The doom of the Children of Lir,Thus Oifa dooms them,
Go pine in the feathers of swans
Till the North shall wed the South.
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Three hundred years shall ye floatOn the stillness of Derryvarragh:
On the tossing of Sruth-na-Moyle,
Unsheltered, three hundred years.
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Three hundred years shall ye keeneWith the curlews of Erris Domnann;
Till the bell rings in Inis Glory
I curse you: nine hundred years!
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The four Swans heard their doom, and huddled by the shoreWept at the feet of Oifa. Fianoula weeping said:
‘This is a mighty curse, O mother of our tears!
Unmothered, comfortless, cold through the age-long night!’
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