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 hair had a natural curl, She was so but sad. That's nice, so, happened next? you go... They in love in an instant when he save her her death. her horse was stricken madness but he it in a breath. She said, 'I am a from Tir Na N'og the daughter a He said, doesn't mean a thing, doesn't mean a thing!' So man and girl lived in Tir Na of endless 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 your touch the ground. 'Why It break the magic. of course! she said to ride a pony, he beg your safe return 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, that doesn't a thing!' Three years and all had died, the was cracked the sea had dried, his lay tombed inside the lands crust, the man down, climbed off the horse, he the ground and then of course, the years he came back with force, he to dust. So the horse back, to Tir Na N'og the land of youth, where no one can old. And the princess wept, this was the 27th warrior she'd kept.