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The Fate of the Cildren of Lir (Author: Unknown)

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It was then that Fionnghuala said: ‘Come to baptize us, O Cleric, for our death is near; and it is certain that you do not think worse of parting with us than we do at parting with you; therefore make our grave afterwards, and place Conn at my right side, and Fiachra

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on my left side, and Aodh before my face;’ and she spoke the poem: —

    Fionnghuala

    1. Come to baptize us, Cleric;
      Take upon thee and arise;
      Clear away from us our many stains,
      And all our faults, O companion!
    2. Pray thou the God who formed heaven,
      That thou mayest succeed in baptizing us;
      Let our grave be capacious,
      And our feet at once to the altar.
    3. Thus do I order the grave:
      Fiachra and Conn by me on either side,
      And in my lap, between my two arms,
      Thou chaste Cleric, place Aodh.
    4. O Mochaomhóg of the subtle speech,
      Though grievous to me to part from thee,
      Prepare thou hastily the grave;
      Depart quickly, and come in time.