Loch Meyo is the name of the lake,
Where the monster kept watch,
And its open jaw to the tree.
This is the original material out of which Jerome Stone wrought his translation as follows:—
But now he’s gone and nought remains but woe
For wretched me; with him my joys are fled;
Around his tomb my tears shall ever flow,
The rock my dwelling, and the clay my bed!
Ye maids and matrons, from your hills descend,
To join my moan and answer tear for tear;