Castle Island - Lough Key Forest Park

Castle Island - Lough Key Forest Park

Legend of Úna Bhán

MacDermott was the Chieftain of Moylurg, a Celtic Kingdom in North Roscommon. He had a beautiful daughter, Úna Bhán, - so named because of her long blonde hair. His neighbour was Tomas Laidir Costello, a good and sincere man, handsome and strong. 

Úna Bhán and Tomas Laidir fell in love and wished to marry but MacDermot would not allow the marriage because he believed Tomas Laidir was not good enough for his daughter. Tomas Laidir was banished from the area and MacDermot had Úna Bhán confined on Castle Island, Lough Key, then called "The Rock", which was located in the centre of MacDermot territory. 

Úna Bhán went into a deep melancholy and was dying of grief. Tomas Laidir, hearing of the situation went to see her and when he left, vowed that if MacDermot did not send a message for him to return before he reached the river, he would never go back. The messenger was sent, but did not reach Tomas Laidir until after he had crossed the river. Being a man of honour Tomas Laidir was unable to break his vow and did not return. 

Úna Bhán died of a broken heart and was buried on Trinity Island, an island on Lough key. In his grief Tomas Laidir used to swim to the island every night to keep vigil at her grave. Eventually he got pneumonia and realising that he was dying requested that MacDermot allow him to be buried beside Una Bhan. His request was granted and thus the two lovers were belatedly united. 

Tradition says that two trees grew up over their graves, entwining together to form a Lovers Knot, standing guard over the site.

 
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Úna Bhán Song

O fair Una, ’tis ugly, this lying upon you
On a high, narrow bed among a thousand corpses;
If your answering shout does not come to me,
o stately woman who was always without fault
I will not come to this town ever again, but for last night and tonight.

O fair Una, o blossom of the amber locks,
After your death because of bad advice;
Look, my love, which of the two counsels was better,
O bird in a cage, when I was in the Ford of the Donogue?

O fair Una, you left me twisted up in grief,
And why would there be in you a desire to make much of it forevermore,
O girl with pretty, ringleted hair, on whom the molten gold grew?
I would prefer being with you to the glory of the Kingdom [of Heaven].

O fair Una, said he of the crooked skiffs,
Your two eyes were the gentlest that were ever put in a head,
O little mouth of sugar, like new milk, like wine and like beoir,
O lovely, nimble foot, you would walk without pain in a shoe.

O fair Una, you were like a rose in a garden,
And you were a golden candlestick on the queen’s table;
You were a melody, and musical, when you walked the road before me,
‘Tis my sorrowful loss of the morning that you were not married to me.

O fair Una, it is you who deranged my senses;
O Una, it is you who came firmly between me and God;
O Una, o fragrant bough, o curly ringlet of hair,
Wouldn’t it have been better for me to be without eyes, never seeing you?

My visit to the town last night was wet and cold,
And I was sitting up on the edge of the bed by myself;
O brightness without gloom, to whom many were not betrothed, but I was,
Why do you not proclaim to me the coldness of the morning?

There are people in this world who hurl contempt on an empty estate,
Full of worldly wealth themselves, although it does not last forever;
I would not complain of lack of wealth nor lament lack of land,
But I would rather have Una than two sheep.

Stand and look, is my great love coming?
She is like a snowball and bees’ honey which would freeze the sun;
Like a snowball and bees’ honey which would freeze the sun,
My treasure and my darling, ’tis a long time I’ve lived without you.

O Una, maiden, darling, and golden teeth,
O little honeyed mouth which never uttered an injustice,
I would have preferred to be in bed with her, kissing her continually,
Than to sit in the Kingdom of Heaven on the throne of the Trinity.

I passed through my friends’ town last night,
Yet I found nothing with which to cool or wet my mouth;
The graceful girl, glum and with madder on her fingers, said,
Thrice woe is me, that I did not meet you in solitude.