When I was a little boy, we lived over by Sloc. One day, when I was six years old, my mother and my grandmother went up the mountain to make …
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Fairy Tales
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You must know that once in every hundred years the Good People hold a fair on Midsummer Day. When the gorse was bright as gold on all the Island hedges …
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The shoemakers and tailors and chance spinners used to go round on people’s houses, making things and spinning rolls of wool for the people. One time the tailor went to …
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There was once a Buggane living at The Smelt that was a terrible annoyance. He’d make himself as big as a house or small as a black beetle. One time …
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Long centuries ago, when Manannan Mac Lir was ruling in Mann, and when his court was famous over all the world for brave warriors and wise men, Lugh of the …
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It was Midsummer Day, and the Peel Herring Fleet, with sails half set, was ready for sea. The men had their barley sown, and their potatoes down, and now their …
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When Juan Quirk was a bit of a boy, nothing would do but his mother must tell him a story every night before he went to bed. And a special …
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Many a long year ago there was a young farmer of the name of Gorry Kermode that had a farm away up in the mountains. When he married and took …