drink nothing. Every kind of food was laid before him on a marble table, but he would not taste it. next evening he was taken back to the same place he had come from.Bernie HughesMatt SmythAnonAnonOnce upon a time, there was a man named Séan Óg, who lived in Creevagh. He was a good shoemaker. One Saturday night, he had to stay up late to make boots as there was going to be a football match next day in Creevagh, and he had to make a pair of boots for each man in the team. His wife went to bed at about 12 o'clock, and she kept saying, "Arrah, Séan, you should go to bed, for it's not right to be stitchin' coming on to Sunday", but her husband remained stitching. At about one o'clock the door opened and twelve men walked in, with twelveMatt Smyth