Once a time, there once 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 hair that had a natural curl, She was so but sad. nice, so, what happened next? you go... They fell in 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 Tir Na N'og the a king' He said, 'that doesn't a thing, that mean a thing!' So man and girl lived in Tir Na Land of youth no one can grow old They lived three years. But one day the man, he to go home, to pay a visit, the said go alone, but let your feet touch the ground. 'Why It break the magic. of course! she said to ride a pony, he will beg your safe but let me guess something wrong, cause folks in never learn! She said, 'I am a from Tir Na N'og the of a king' He said, 'that doesn't a thing, doesn't mean a thing!' Three hundred and all had died, the land was the sea had dried, his family lay tombed the lands crust, the man broke down, off the horse, he the ground and then of course, the years he came back with force, he to dust. So the went back, to Tir Na N'og the land of youth, where no one can old. And the princess wept, this was the 27th she'd almost kept.