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. That's nice, so, happened next? you go... They fell in love in an 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 daughter a He said, doesn't mean a thing, doesn't mean a thing!' So this man and lived in Tir Na 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 safe return but let me guess something wrong, cause folks in never learn! She said, 'I am a fairy from Tir Na the daughter of a He said, 'that doesn't a thing, that doesn't a thing!' hundred years and all had died, the was cracked 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, back to Tir Na the of endless youth, where no one can old. And there the wept, was the 27th warrior she'd almost kept.