♫ Oie-vie noght, Babban boght, Safe in Mammy’s arms you res’; Villish veg, Babban beg, Coo, my birdie, in your nes’! Babban beg, Villish veg, Shut your eyes, my pretty …
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Fairies? They’re in Glen Aldyn still Whatever you may say; I’ve seen them over by the mill, I’ve met them coming down the Gill; And underneath the bridges They’re just …
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There is a story, sir, of a witch that lived in Glen Rushen on the Isle of Man. She could command the wind to blow so sudden as to dismast …
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Mist on the fields, and a deepening summer twilight, Cattle passing homeward along the narrow lane; Lily-pools that gleam in the darkness of the meadows, Music of the night-breeze in …
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This happened about one hundred years ago, as my mother has told me: Where my grandfather John Watterson was reared, just over near Kerroo Kiel (Narrow Quarter), all the family …
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Were there ever Druids on the Isle of Man? I have often been asked this question in the Island but I did not expect to be able to produce a …
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They say that if a man would keep from getting his face washed for nine days, he would see the wind as well as the black pig. (source Manx Notes …
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The first day came from the bitter north Was there ever so cold a Spring? But the sun shone out for an hour at noon, And we heard the cuckoo …