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T happened once upon a time
 * I met the Fairies straying,

From under Bearey's Cap they came
 * To go once more a-Maying.

They came about me in the mist,
 * I heard their songs and laughter,

And some went dancing on before
 * And some came singing after.

My nag was shod with fairy shoes
 * And bred among the mountains,

And many a moonlight prank she played
 * Along the streams and fountains.

We scampered down by Greeba Mills
 * And on to old St. Trinian's,

And hastened lest the Big Buggane
 * Should join us on his pinions.

Though steep as Ugh ta breesh ma chree
 * The road to green Ballinghan,

My nag stepped out with might and main—
 * Her like is not in Englan'.

For up she went and on she went
 * Above the trees o'erarching,

And on the Braid we turned to see
 * The mountains all come marching.

From Greeba Towers to Laxey Glen
 * Their noble heads up-lifting,

And far behind them in the blue
 * Their fleecy helmets drifting.