[118] i.e. Deirdre, who fled with the sons of Usnach to Scotland.
[MY GRIEF ON THE SEA]
Abandoned, forsaken,
To grief and to care,
Will the sea ever waken
Relief from despair?
My grief, and my trouble!
Would he and I were
In the province of Leinster,
Or county of Clare.
Were I and my darling—
Oh, heart-bitter wound!—
On board of the ship
For America bound.
On a green bed of rushes
All last night I lay,
And I flung it abroad
With the heat of the day.
And my love came behind me—
He came from the South;
His breast to my bosom,
His mouth to my mouth.