The Children of Lir

Aifa
"Hence, king's offspring, and away,
Doomed for aye, a blighted race:

Friends your woeful tale shall weep,
You shall keep with birds your place."

Fionnuala
"Witch! thy true name now we know,
Foul the blow, no boat is nigh;

Doomed to swim from wave to wave,
Oft from cape to cape we'll fly.

"We shall yet see, manifest,
Grace and rest of joyous worth:

Though our bound's the gray lake marge,
Our minds shall, at large, go forth."