THE CHILDREN OF LIR

There was once a chieftain in Ireland named Lir who had four children, Fionnuala, and her 3 brothers, Aodh, Fiachra and Conn. They were very happy until their mother died and their father married again. He married a woman named Aoife  who was jealous of the children because their father loved them so much.
One morning she called for her chariot and dressed the children in their best clothes and took them to Lake Derravaragh in County Westmeath. The children went for a swim and the wicked Eva raised a magic wand over them and changed them into four beautiful swans.
She said to them:
“You will swim as wild swans for
300 years on Lough Derravaragh,
300 years on the Sea of Moyle
300 years on the Western Sea.

When you hear the sound of the Christian Bell in Ireland you will become people again.”

Eva left the four swans alone on the lake. Their father came looking for them and Fionnuala told him what Eva had done. He punished her by turning her into a demon of the air and it is said that she still lives in the clouds.

The children spent 300 years on Lough Derravaragh. The lake was sheltered and pleasant.Often their father came to them and caressed them.  They told stories and sang songs until at last Fionnuala said “it is now time to go to the Sea of Moyle.”

The Sea of Moyle lies between Ireland and Scotland and was cold and miserable and stormy. One night was worse than all the others. Lightening flashed across the skies and thunder roared. When morning came Fionnuala could not find her brothers. It was a long time before they came back one by one, very frightened.

When their time on the Sea of Moyle was over they flew to the Western Sea. On the way they passed their home and found it lonely and deserted. They wept in sadness. They spent three hundred years on the Western Sea.

One morning they woke to the sound of a mass-bell. St Patrick had brought the Christian faith to Ireland and a holy man, Saint Kemoc was calling the people to mass. The Children of Lir went to him and he blessed them. Suddenly they were swans no longer. They had heard the Christian bell and had become people again. But they were old and feeble. They asked Kemoc for baptism and they died and were buried together, side by side in one grave. That night as Saint Kemoc was resting he saw four swans soaring to the skies and knew that the Children of Lir had found peace at last.