I was first born a stag and three hundred years I lived as he. But without a doe, or one of my kind, life paled and I was glad to change.
I next became an eagle soaring high. Three hundred years I lived as he, but my cries brought no mate, and again I was glad to change.
I became a salmon, swimming in the pool beneath the hazels. Three hundred years I lived as he and great wisdom had I. But I had no mate and so I wished to die.
At last, the magician Gwydion saw my fate and changed me back into a deer. He changed a hound into a doe for me to take as mate. Happy now did I live out my final years.
I hope my Irish friends will forgive my spin on their tale, and my Welsh friends forgive me the borrowing of Gwydion