and didn't know where he was till he stepped into the deepest pool in the river, alone to the school. The pool was not wide but deep enough to drown him. He got to the other side and whistled till we went to his aid. He points to this as a proof that he couldn't be drowned. He maintains he was put astray by the fairies on this night. This is a common prank the fairies play on people and once a person lloses his way, the only cure is to turn is waistcoat inside out. He gets his true bearings then.
Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha. Stair |
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As white as milk-milk it isn't As green as grass-grass it isn't As red as blood-blood it isn't As black as ink-ink it isn't (a blackberry) As I went up the road I met my Aunt Rose She had steel toes, iron nose And be like the Crows she'd [?] the crows (A Gun)
Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha. Stair |
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