“Farewell! farewell! farewell!” they chanted, and at that sad sound all the Dedannan host and all the Milesians, headed by Lir and Bove Derg, kneeled along the lake pastures and amid the reeds and sedges.
Then Fionula, as she and her brothers slowly descended in wide-sweeping curves, sang this song:
“Farewell! Farewell! Farewell!
Far hence we lost ones go:
Hearken our knell,
Hearken our woe!
Farewell! Farewell! Farewell!
With breaking hearts we flee:
For none can tell