"About thirty villagers with ten sheep and other goods set off in an old boat from the shores of Lough Corrib to go the eight miles into Galway. In those days there was no direct road, and the lake was the nearest way. The boat was rotten, and within two miles of Galway it sprung a leak. One of the men tried to plug it with his coat, and pressing with his heel to drive it more firmly in, drove the whole plank out of the boat. In a few seconds all of these poor people were struggling in the water, and although they were close to land, nineteen of them drowned, eleven men and eight women." *
le Raifterí, an file
1. Má fhaighimse sláinte is fada a bheas trácht ar
an mhéid a báthadh as Anach Cuan.
Mo thrua amárach gach athair is máthair
bean is páiste atá ag sileadh súl.
A Rí na ngrásta, a cheap neamh is Párthas,
2. Nár mhór an t-ionadh os comhair na ndaoine
Bhí buachaillí óga ann, tíocht an fhómhair,
3. Loscadh sléibhe agus scalladh cléibhe
Ní díobháil eolais a chuir dá treoir iad
If my health is spared I'll be long relating,
Of the boat that sailed out from Anach Cuan,
And the keening after of mother and father,
As the laying out of each corpse was done.
Oh King of Graces, who died to save us,
The boat sprang a leak and left all those people,
Young boys they were lying where crops were ripening,
May burning mountains come tumbling downward,
The cause of their fate was no fault of sailing,