Once a time, once 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 hair that had a natural curl, She was so but sad. That's nice, so, what happened you go... They fell in love in an he save her from her death. her horse was stricken madness but he it in a breath. She said, 'I am a fairy Tir Na N'og the daughter a He said, 'that mean a thing, doesn't mean a thing!' So this man and in Tir Na N'og Land of youth where no one can old They three hundred years. But one day the man, he to go home, to pay a visit, the said go alone, but don't let feet touch the ground. 'Why It would the magic. of course! she said to a white pony, he will beg your safe but let me guess something wrong, cause in stories never learn! She said, 'I am a fairy from Tir Na the daughter of a He said, doesn't mean a thing, doesn't mean a thing!' Three hundred and all had died, the land was the sea had dried, his family lay inside the lands crust, the man down, climbed off the horse, he the ground and then of course, the he missed came back with force, he to dust. So the horse back, back to Tir Na the land of youth, no one can grow old. And the princess wept, this was the warrior she'd almost kept.