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 golden that had a natural curl, She was so but sad. That's nice, so, what happened you go... They in love in an instant when he 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 daughter a He said, 'that mean a thing, that mean a thing!' So man and girl in Tir Na N'og Land of endless no one can grow old They lived hundred 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. not?' It break the magic. of course! she said to a white pony, he will beg your safe but let me something went wrong, cause folks in never learn! She said, 'I am a fairy Tir Na N'og the of a king' He said, doesn't mean a thing, that doesn't a thing!' Three years 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 the ground and then of course, the years he missed back with force, he to dust. So the horse back, to Tir Na N'og the of endless youth, where no one can old. And there the wept, this was the 27th warrior almost kept.