continued, page 124 (magazine serial version), Douglas Hyde

II.   Is súd í siar an eala ghlégeal
      Agus í chomh gleusta le mnaoi an righ
      An oidhche rugadh í as broinn a máthar
      I gcoinne mo bháis do tháinig sí

      Nár suarach 'na h-éagmhais dá bhfághainn Éire
      A 's mé 'g mo shéanadh ag mo cháirdibh gaoil
      A 's tu 'g mo mharbhadh le do ghean a spéir-bhean
      A chuaidh mé d' á h-éiliughadh agus nach bhfuighinn

Yonder she is, back there, the bright white swan
And she as well-dressed as the wife of the king
The night that she was born from her mother's womb
It was for the purpose of my death she came

Were it not miserable without her, if I should get all Ireland
And I being denied by my friends and relatives
And you killing me with your affection O sky-woman
Whom I went to ask for, and might not get