Then Lir and his people raised their shouts of grief, crying, and lamentation, and they stayed by the shore of the lake listening to the wild music of the swans until the swans flew away, and King Lir went on to the Hall of Dearg the king. He told Dearg the king what Oifa had done to his children. And Dearg put his power upon Oifa and bade her say what shape on earth she would think the worst of all. She said it would be in the form of an air-demon. "It is into that form I shall put you," said Dearg the king, and he struck her with a Druid's wand of spells and wizardry and put her into the form of an air-demon. And she flew away at once, and she is still an air-demon, and shall be so for ever. But the children of Lir continued to delight the Milesian clans with the very sweet fairy music of their songs, so that no delight was ever heard in Erin to compare with their music until the time came appointed for the leaving the Lake of the Red Eye. Then Fingula sang this parting lay: "Farewell to thee, Dearg the king, Master of all Druid's lore! Farewell to thee, our father dear, Lir of the Hill of the White Field! "We go to pass the appointed time Away and apart from the haunts of men In the current of the Moyle, Our garb shall be bitter and briny, "Until Deoch come to Lairgnen. So come, ye brothers of once ruddy cheeks; Let us depart from this Lake of the Red Eye, Let us separate in sorrow from the tribe that has loved us." And after they took to flight, flying highly, lightly, aerially till they reached the Moyle, between Erin and Albain. The men of Erin were grieved at their leaving, and it was proclaimed throughout Erin that henceforth no swan should be killed. Then they stayed all solitary, all alone, filled with cold and grief and regret, until a thick tempest came upon them and Fingula said: "Brothers, let us appoint a place to meet again if the power of the winds separate us." And they said: "Let us appoint to meet, O sister, at the Rock of the Seals." Then the waves rose up and the thunder roared, the lightnings flashed, the sweeping tempest passed over the sea, so that the children of Lir were scattered from each other over the great sea. There came, however, a placid calm after the great tempest and Fingula found herself alone, and she said this lay: "Woe upon me that I am alive! My wings are frozen to my sides. O beloved three, O beloved three, Who hid under the shelter of my feathers, Until the dead come back to the living I and the three shall never meet again!"