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Skeealyn Ferrish
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Fairy Stories.
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Va oayl aym keayrt er shenn ghooinney va mennick fakin ny ferrishyn as v’eh ginsh dou ymmydee keayrtyn dy beagh eh meeiteil ad er yn raad thie, tra veagh eh çheet ayns meanagh yn oie, veagh keeadyn jeu ayn dooyrt eh, inneenyn beggey mysh wheesh as cloan veagh goll toshiaght dy hooyl as veagh ad kiaulleeagh lesh arrane beg, agh v’eh jeeaghyn dy row ad giare, so she ny un focklyn v’ad harrish as harrish.
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I once knew an old man well who was often seeing the fairies, and he used to tell me many times that he would meet them on the way home. When he’d be coming in the middle of the night, there would be hundreds of them, he said, little girls about as big as children would be starting to walk and they’d be singing with a little song, but it seems that they were short so they were the same words over and over.
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Veagh ad çheet sheese jeh’n clieu as shooyl marish gys veagh çheet gys yn raad va goll lesh ny skortyn. Eisht, va’d goaill yn raad shen as faagail eh. V’eh ginsh dou un cheayrt yn arrane v’oc.
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They’d be coming down off the mountain and walking with him until they’d come to road that was going towards the chasms. Then, they’d take that road and leave him. He was telling me their song one time;
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“The battle is o’er Mary.
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“The battle is o’er Mary.
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One Mary one.
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One Mary one.
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We have met to part no more Mary.
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We have met to part no more mary.
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One Mary one.”
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One Mary one.”
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Myr shen t’eh jeeaghyn nagh row ad feer vie dy yannoo arrane.
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So, it seems that they weren’t very good at singing.
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T’eh er ve ginsh dou ymmydee keayrtyn mysh un oie v’eh çheet thie voish Purt Yiarn, mysh y vean oie, as tra haink eh gys Crosh Moylley Mooar, honnick eh chaglym mooar dy ’leih, as tra ren eh roshtyn ad she sheshaght vooar dy ferrishyn v’ayn, goll gys çhibbyr ny gabbyl dy akin yindyssyn va dy ve fakinit yn oie shen. As ren ad cuirrey eh dy gholl mâroo dy akin ny reddyn yindysagh va dy ve er ny hoilshagh daue er Cronk Veayl er gerrey da chibbyr ny gabbyl son dy row reddyn joaree as mirrilagh dy ve soit seose, son yindys da dy chooilley unnane va booiagh çheet dy akin ad.
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I have been told many times about one night he was coming home from Port Erin, about midnight, and when he came to Crosh Moylley Mooar, he saw a bit gathering of people, and when he reached them it was a great army of fairies, going to ‘the well of the horses’ to see wonders that were to be seen that night. And they invited him to go with them to see the wonderful things that were to be shown to them on Cronk Veayl near to Çhibbyr-ny-Gabbyl (The horses’ well), because strange and miraculous things were to be set up, for the wonder of all who were pleased to come to see them.
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Myr shen, ghow eh cree as hie eh marish yn çheshaght gys yn lhag raad va ny yindysyn, as haink ad gys thie feer wooar lesh earroo mooar dy hamyryn ayn, as va dy chooilley hamyr lane dy chaghlaagyn dy obbraghyn.
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So, he took heart and he went with the company to the hollow where the wonders were, and they came to a very big house with a large number of rooms in it, and every room was full of varieties of works.
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V’eh er ve ayns Divlyn as Liverpool dooyrt eh, agh cha row ny yindysyn honnick eh ayns ny ard valjyn shen feeu dy ve coontit ayns chosolagh jeh obbraghyn schleioil ny ferrishyn. Cha vaik eh rieau leid ny reddyn aalin er yn thalloo Agh roish ve er vakin yn derrey leih jeu dooyrt ad rish dy row eh traa da dy gholl gys e chummal son dy row yn laa brishey, as dy row ny deiney as mraane seyr mysh goll gys oie elley, as dy voddagh eh çheet reesht dy akin ny yindysyn, nagh row eh er vakin yn oie shoh son va ymmydee shamyryn nagh row eh er vakin.
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He had been in Dublin and Liverpool, he said, but the wonders he saw in those cities weren’t worthy to be considered in comparison with the works of art of the fairies. He had never seen such beautiful things on this Earth, but before he’d seen the half of them they told him it was time for him to go to his home because the day was dawing, and that the ladies and gentlemen had already started to leave until another night, and that he could come again to see the wonders that he hadn’t seen that night, for there were many rooms that he hadn’t seen.
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Myr shen, haink eh magh ass yn thie as va’n moghrey gaase sollys. Myr shen, hass eh dy yeeaghyn cre’n erree harragh er yn thie. Ayns traa gherrid hrog yn thie seose syn aer gys v’eh goll rish bodjal, as hie eh roish shiaulley myr bodjalyn elley, gys hie eh ersooyl harrish kione Vradda. As ren eh jarrood dy vriaght cre’n oie veagh eh foshlit reesht agh cha vaik eh yn thie as ny obbraghyn yindysagh arragh, as cha jinnagh eh jarrood ad choud as veagh bio. Ta mee er chlashtyn eh ginsh jeh ny yindysyn shoh ymmydee keayrtyn. Va dooinney veagh mennick shooyl feer anmagh, as ve mennick fakin ny ferrishyn, agh cha ren ad rieau assee erbee da. Neayr’s ta ny shenn skeealyn ferrish ersooyl cha vel ferrish hene vakin, as ta ny shenn skeealyn ferrish ersooyl. Cha vel ny shenn gheiney çhaglym ayns ny thieyn myr boallagh ad, dy insh skeealyn, agh ta’n sleih aegey çhaglym sy hagloo Baarle, as dy insh reddyn fardailagh nagh vel shenn sleih goaill taitnys erbee ayndoo. Shen-y-fa t’eh traa goll dy lhie, dy ghoaill nyn aash, Oie vie, Oie vie.
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So, he came out of the house and the morning was growing bright. So, he stood to watch what would end up happening to the house. In a short while the house lifted up in the air until it was like a cloud, and went off floating like the other clouds, until it went away over Bradda Head. And he forgot to ask what night it would be open again, but he didn’t see the house and the wonderful works ever again, and he wouldn’t forget them for as long as he lived. I’ve heard him tell of these wonders many times. A man would often be walking very late, and he was often seeing the fairies, but they never did him any harm. Since the old fairy stories are gone not even one fairy has been seen, and the old fairy stories are gone. The old men aren’t meeting in the houses as they used to, to tell stories, but the young people gather to speak English, and to tell worthless things that old people don’t take any pleasure in at all. Therefore, it’s time to go to bed, to take our rest, Goodnight, Goodnight.
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