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 that 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 was stricken with madness but he it in a breath. She said, 'I am a fairy from Tir Na the a king' He said, 'that mean a thing, doesn't mean a thing!' So man and girl in Tir Na N'og Land of youth where no one can old They lived three years. But one day the man, he to go home, to pay a visit, the girl go alone, but don't let your touch the ground. 'Why It would the magic. of course! she said to ride a pony, he will beg safe return but let me guess went wrong, cause folks in never learn! She said, 'I am a fairy from Tir Na the daughter of a He said, 'that mean a thing, that doesn't a thing!' Three hundred and all had died, the was cracked the sea had dried, his family lay inside the lands crust, the man broke down, off the horse, he touched the ground and of course, the he missed came back with force, he to dust. So the horse back, to Tir Na N'og the of endless youth, no one can grow old. And there the wept, this was the 27th she'd almost kept.