Silent oh Moyle


Silent oh 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 unfurled ?
When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing
Call my spirit from this stormy world ?

Sadly oh 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 ?

Antrim 1

Songs of Antrim


This is the song of Fionnuala, eldest of the four Children of Lir who was Lord of the Sea in the days of the Tuatha De Danann. Fionnuala and her three brothers, Aodh, Fiachra and Conn were transformed into swans by Lir’s second wife (Aoife) who was jealous of Lir’s affection for his four children. Aoife’s spell condemned the chidren to remain as swans for 900 years; 300 on Lough Derravaragh, 300 on the Straits of Moyle and 300 on the Isle of Inish Glora. The spell would end when they heard the sound of a bell heralding the arrival of Christianity in Ireland.

Moyle is the sea straits between Antrim and Scotland.

Song Clip




Thomas Moore