...After this, the people of all the races that were in Erin used to come and camp by the lake and listen to the swans. The happy were made happier by the song, and those who were in grief or illness or pain forgot their sorrows and were lulled to a peaceful calmness. There was peace in all that region...
If you ever get to North Mayo, which is my home county, there is a children of lir trail because that was where they spent the last 300 of their 900 years. As you might have noticed I like Swans, it may be the legend..