On the Isle of Man, the little red woman of Carraghan when travelling through the hills was sometimes followed by a goose. Though she was most often seen flitting about …
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Folk Tales
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Odd numbers belong to the gods above, even numbers to the gods below. The latter seem to have the chief say in most men’s lives and deaths, nevertheless, the number …
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On the coast of Lonan, about a mile and a half eastward of Laxey is Struan-y-Granghie, a little streamlet that comes tumbling over high cliffs of rock before it enters …
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“Have you ever seen seven kingdoms all in one day?” “Seven kingdoms?” says you, “Aw – get away!” “It’s true as I’m breathing, not a lie do I tell, Now …
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Every ditch had to be full of rain or snow on St Bridget’s Day so that the old Caillagh, or hag, could not gather brasnags or faggots (sticks) for firing. …
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“O Manannan, Lord of the stormy headlands, Cast thy mantle over us now!” The above lines were perhaps a charm, or part of a charm, for invisibility or protection by …
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The Manx people in former times held a belief, of which a memory still lingers, that once in several years the rising sun flashed on the world a momentary ray …
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Once upon a time there landed at the Lhane river a number of Danes, who took possession of that part of the Island. Amongst them was a huge monster of …