And for the smooth-palmed princess hies
The gulfy lake to swim.
Five times deep-diving down the wave,
Through every cranny, nook, and cave,
With care he searches round and round,
Till the golden ring at length he found;
But scarce to shore the prize could bring,
When by some blasting ban—
Ah! piteous tale—the Fenian king
Grew a withered, grey, old man!