MURMURS is a Fortnightly Periodical of Writings by JMF Casey

The Fenian Finn

[Lyrics inspired by reading Joseph Campbell’s analysis of the Fenian Cycle - written whilst singing on long walks back from a kitchen porter job in Canterbury]

The phantom wailing of the three unborn kin

Haunts the dreams of the Fenian Finn

Grainne didn’t care for her most noble birth

Only for singing, dancing and mirth

Her father had pledged her to the Fenian Finn

But her heart had chosen his handsome young kin

With this boy she fled to a far peaceful glade

They build there a cabin and together they lay

Like a raging tempest was the Fenian wrath

He gathered his hounds and followed their path

In the river found floating was a short piece of pine

Whittled upon was his kinsman’s sign

In this very same forest was a monstrous boar

Famed through the lands for killing four score or more

By an oath to his clan the boy was fast bound

To always follow the howl of the hunting hound

So Finn took his pack to flush out the beast

Tempting the boy with a legendary feast

But his spear rebounded, his sword broke in two

Upon the flank of the boar not a bristle he hew

With a muscular twist and a murderous thrust

The boar gutted the boy on its terrible tusk

When poor Grainne heard of her lover’s downfall

She flung herself from a mighty high wall

Her soft swelling belly - a burial mound

For three unknown brothers who’ll never run with the hound

Now the phantom wailing of the three unborn kin

Haunts the dreams of the Fenian Finn

Leonie

Family Business - Episode 2