Once a time, there lived a man, he was 31, he by the sea, he on an island, he was a warrior, My Ok, you go... I'm going... you go... I'm going... Go on... so one day man, he met a girl, she had golden hair had a natural curl, She was so but sad. That's nice, so, what next? you go... They in love in an instant he save her from her death. her horse was stricken with but he it in a breath. She said, 'I am a from Tir Na N'og the a king' He said, doesn't mean a thing, doesn't mean a thing!' So man and girl lived in Tir Na Land of endless where no one can old They lived three years. But one day the man, he to go home, to pay a visit, the said go alone, but don't let your touch the ground. not?' It break the magic. of course! she said to ride a pony, he will beg your safe but let me guess something wrong, cause in stories never learn! She said, 'I am a from Tir Na N'og the daughter of a He said, 'that doesn't a thing, that mean a thing!' hundred years and all had died, the was cracked the sea had dried, his lay tombed inside the lands crust, the man broke down, off the horse, he the ground and then of course, the he missed came back with force, he to dust. So the horse back, to Tir Na N'og the land of youth, where no one can old. And there the wept, this was the 27th warrior almost kept.