For many years now we have been graced by the appearance of Swans on the Liffey in Newbridge, and it brought to mind the story of The Children of Lír which as I remember goes thus:
King Lír (who was “Lord of the Sea”) married Eva and they had four children, the first born were Aodh and Fionnula, later two more sons were born to Eva, Fiachra and Conn. Eva died soon after the birth of Fiachra and Conn, and sometime later Lír married again this time to Aoife, who may (or may not) have been Eva’s sister.
Soon Aoife became jealous of the obvious love Lír had for his four children, and began to plot how to get rid of the children. No-one was willing to kill the children on her behalf, and she could not bring herself to kill the children. So, in time she brought them to a nearby lake, and encouraged them to swim in the waters, but as soon as the four children were in the lake she used her magic to transform the four children into Swans. She cursed them to roam the lakes and rivers of Ireland for 900 years – the first three hundred years would be spent on Lough Derravaragh (in modern day Westmeath), three hundred more on the Straits of Moyle (which run between Antrim and Scotland), and finally three hundred years on Atlantic coast island of Inishglora.
Soon Lír went in search of his missing children, and came across the lake where four swans were singing mournfully – happily the Swans retained the ability to speak in human voices. Lír soon realised that these were his children, and they explained how they had been bewitched and changed from human form to Swans by their step-mother. When Lír realised that his children would live as Swans for 900 years, he himself cast a spell on Aoife transforming her and banished her into the eternal mist.
Lír visited his children every day, until they had to leave for Straits of Moyle where they suffered greatly due to the stormy weather in this area. However, another 300 years passed and they flew onwards for the lake on the island of Inishglora. By this time St. Patrick had come to Ireland.
Towards the end of their 900-year odyssey, it was on Inishglora they first heard a bell, and they followed the sound and were housed and protected by a Christian monk or Holy Man.
However one day the King of Connaught reached the island, as he wanted to capture the Swans as a wedding gift for his new wife, when he tried to take them from their new home, the bell sounded again and the four swans were returned to human form – first as young children, though they aged rapidly. The monk knowing that they were soon to die, baptised them, and buried them together nearby.
According to the Birdwatch Ireland Website there are three naturally occurring Swans in Ireland, and these are The Mute Swan, The Whooper Swan and Bewick’s Swan.
The Mute Swan (Eala bhalbh, Cygnus olor) is commonly seen in Ireland on lakes and rivers, they eat mainly water plants which they can easily reach with their long necks. A likely breeding site would be on the Wet Woodland island south of the bridge
The Whooper Swan (Eala Ghlaoch, Cygnus Cygnus) is a winter visitor (from Iceland) to wetlands eats mainly water plants, but can also be seen “grazing” on grass, stubble grain or even potatoes! Identified by a yellow and black bill, with the yellow projecting below the nostril.
Bewick’s Swan (Eala Berwick, Cygnus columbianus) are less common, again a winter visitor (from Siberia) and the smallest of the three swans most commonly seen in Ireland. Has a shorter neck, and a yellow and black bill. Mainly eats tubers, shoots & leaves.
I have noticed recently that many of the Swans are “ringed” which is a good development as they are being monitored. There are Swans also on the Lake in Pollardstown Fen.
Many countries have old traditions, stories or myth involving a “wicked” stepmother, as in the fairy tales of Snow White and Cinderella. This story of The Children of Lír, may be one of the reasons that here in Ireland we are protective of swans. There is a sculpture of a Swan – Cosantóir (protector) at the entrance to the Liffey Linear Park here in Newbridge.
Interestingly Queen Elizabeth has a prerogative over all swans in England and Wales, and here in Ireland they are a protected species.
The lyrics below are taken from The Centenary Commemorative Edition of Moore’s Irish Melodies, (with Symphonies and Accompaniments by Sir. John Stevenson and Sir. Henry Bishop) – originally published 1858, a rather large book containing words and sheet music for many of Thomas Moore’s best loved compositions. Moore lived from 28 May 1779 to 26 February 1852. The book has come down in our family from my grandmother who played the violin.
The Song of Fionnuala
(Silent, O Moyle! be the roar of thy water)
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Silent, O Moyle! be the roar of thy water,
Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose,
While, murmuring mournfully, Lir’s lonely daughter,
Tells to the night-star her tale of woes.
When shall the swan, her death-note singing,
Sleep, with wings in darkness furl’d?
When will Heav’n, its sweet bell ringing,
Call my spirit from this stormy world?
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Sadly, O Moyle! to thy winter-wave weeping,
Fate bids me languish long ages away;
Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping,
Still doth the pure light its dawning delay.
When will that day-star, mildly springing,
Warm our isle with peace and love?
When will Heaven, its sweet bell ringing,
Call my spirit to the fields above?