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The Children of Lir

Swans at Haywood house Gardens
Nature and Wildlife photography : Nigel Borrington

The Children of Lir is a very old Irish legend. The original Irish title is “Clann Lir or Leanaí Lir”, but Lir is the genitive case of Lear. Lir is more often used as the name of the character in English. The legend is part of the Irish Mythological Cycle, which consists of numerous prose tales and poems found in medieval manuscripts.

The Children of Lir

Long ago there lived a king called Lir. He lived with his wife and four children: Fionnuala, Aodh, Fiachra and Conn. They lived in a castle in the middle of a forest. When Lir’s wife died they were all very sad. After a few years Lir got married again. He married a jealous wife called Aoife.

Aoife thought that Lir loved his children more than he loved her. Aoife hated the children. Soon she thought of a plan to get rid of the children.

One summer’s day Aoife took the children to swim in a lake near the castle. The children were really happy to be playing in the water. Suddenly Aoife took out a magic wand. There was a flash of light and the children were nowhere to be seen. All there was to be seen was four beautiful swans, with their feathers as white as snow.

Aoife said, “I have put you under a spell. You will be swans for nine hundred years,” she cackled. “You will spend three hundred years in Lough Derravaragh, three hundred years in the Sea of Moyle and three hundred years in the waters of Inish Glora,” Aoife said. She also said, “You will remain swans for nine hundred years until you hear the ring of a Christian bell.”

She went back to the castle and told Lir that his children had drowned. Lir was so sad he started crying. He rushed down to the lake and saw no children. He saw only four beautiful swans.

One of them spoke to him. It was Fionnuala who spoke to him. She told him what Aoife had done to them. Lir got very angry and turned Aoife into an ugly moth. When Lir died the children were very sad. When the time came they moved to the Sea of Moyle.

Soon the time came for their final journey. When they reached Inish Glora they were very tired. Early one morning they heard the sound of a Christian bell. They were so happy that they were human again. The monk (some even say it was St. Patrick himself) sprinkled holy water on them and then Fionnuala put her arms around her brothers and then the four of them fell on the ground. The monk buried them in one grave. That night he dreamed he saw four swans flying up through the clouds. He knew the children of Lir were with their mother and father.

16 responses

  1. Wonderful 🙂 I love to learn about old myths and legends 😉

    ~Blessings of Inspiration~ This Day ~ Every Day ~

    April 28, 2014 at 6:11 pm

  2. Hello Morgan 🙂 🙂

    Very pleased you liked the post and commented 🙂 Thank you !!!

    April 28, 2014 at 7:02 pm

  3. This is one of my favourite old legends. We pass the very spot they set foot on soil in Allihies West Cork, when we visit there each year. Yes the very spot… fact! 🙂

    April 28, 2014 at 7:07 pm

    • Hello Tric 🙂 🙂

      Thank you and yes I remember passing the sign , Hee Hee 🙂 🙂 🙂

      April 30, 2014 at 2:12 pm

  4. Lovely image, Nigel.

    April 28, 2014 at 7:22 pm

  5. Wonderfully dark and mythic story, Nigel 🙂 :), created back in the day when dark was where it was at………

    Perfect image with the dark surrounding the single white swan.

    April 28, 2014 at 7:23 pm

    • Hello Sharon 🙂 🙂

      Thank you , yes very dark but wonderful 🙂 🙂 🙂

      April 30, 2014 at 2:13 pm

  6. M-R

    These legends are so moving, in truth.

    April 29, 2014 at 4:06 am

  7. Fantastic, I love this story, every time we see swans in a park or down at the canal the kids get me to re tell this tale. Did you know that it is illegal to kill a swan in Ireland or the UK, the law goes back hundreds of years and is believed to be a result of the Children of Lir 🙂

    April 29, 2014 at 8:45 am

    • Hello Ed 🙂

      Thats very interesting , Thank you 🙂 🙂 🙂

      April 30, 2014 at 2:14 pm

  8. Lovely to be reminded of these old myths and legends!

    April 29, 2014 at 10:10 am

  9. So sad but an interesting post Nigel. The swans are beautiful 🙂

    April 29, 2014 at 1:38 pm

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