Together they sit in the eventide, A mongrel dog by …

This I have always longed to do The sea said, …

“It was not with his sword he kept it, nor …

I can hear the fairies calling from the meadows far …

Water is silver, but wine it is gold, So give …

Ay! the farmhouse is shuttered an’ empty, An’ the wans …

Water is round about us from our birth, Our heritage …

I met a brown rabbit Today on the dunes When …

A nicer ol’ body is like yer’ll not see From …

To the Isle – to the fairy isle over the …

Ay! theer’s me on me way to the churchyard With …

My Mother lying weak and spent Cried out to me …

We who have heard the fairies’ laughter peeling Through dim-lit …

I really enjoy Kathleen Faragher’s work and have compiled this …

She walks, white-gowned, amid the glades of fir Hushed by …

“Themselves” upon the mountains. “Themselves” that haunt the plain, That …

“It’s a long time ago now,” says Kirry; “Aw ay, …

Our land has fallen from her age of pride And …

This poem is about Manx Folklorist William Cashen who was …

Oh! lament for the days that are past and gone, …