Great was the misery of the Children of Lir on the sea of Moyle till their three hundred years were ended.

But ever as night fell it was their doom to return to the sea of Moyle.

I long for the shining eyes of friends and the fellowship of the Red Branch, and to see my own country by the sea of Moyle.

Our onward route lies over the hills to Fethard through Clonmel and across the river Moyle.