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Caoineadh Airt Uí Laoghaire or the Lament for Art Ó Laoghaire is an Irish keen, or dirge written by his wife Eibhlín Dubh Ní Chonaill. The late Eighteenth century epic poem is one of the greatest love poems of the Irish Language. Eibhlín composed it capturing the life and tragic death of her husband Art on May 4, 1773.
It details the murder at Carraig an Ime, County Cork, of Art, at the hands of Abraham Morris, and the aftermath. It is one of the key texts in the Irish oral literature corpus. The poem was composed ex tempore and follows the rhythmic and societal conventions associated with keening and the traditional Irish wake respectively.
The killing of Art O' Laoghaire has its origin in one of the Penal Laws. Under the law, an Irish Catholic was forbidden to own a horse worth more than five pounds. If offered that sum for a horse of his by a Protestant, he would have to accept. O' Laoghaire refused such an offer and lost his life as a result.
An excerpt:
My steadfast friend!
I didn't credit your death
till your horse came home
and her reins on the ground,
your heart's blood on her back
to the polished saddle
where you sat - where you stood....
I gave a leap to the door,
a second leap to the gate
and a third on your horse.
I clapped my hands quickly
and started mad running
as hard as I could,
to find you there dead
by a low furze-bush
with no Pope or bishop
or clergy or priest
to read a psalm over you
but a spent old woman
who spread her cloak corner
where your blood streamed from you,
and I didn't stop to clean it
but drank it from my palms.
My steadfast love!
Arise, stand up
and come with myself
and I'll have cattle slaughtered
and call fine company
and hurry up the music
and make you up a bed
with bright sheets upon it
and fine speckled quilts
to bring you out in a sweat
where the cold has caught you.
full text in Irish and in English
April 19, 2008