The Loaghtan Beg

"Oh! Is it a sheep or a witch," quoth he; "Is it only a loaghtan beg? Or am I awake or asleep," quoth he, "Or am I the hairy Phynodderee That started to catch the meg."

"I chased her over Barooil," quoth he, "And along the side of Clagh Owre; And three times round Snaefell, like fire went she, With a screech at the hairy Phynodderee That turned the night's milk sour."

"I have raced the mountain lambs," quoth he, "And seen them run like deer; But I never seen wan like yondher," quoth he, "That could run like the hairy Phynodderee, She'll not be no right wan I fear."

"I've seen many a sheep in my day," quoth he, "From the Calf to the Point of Ayre; But never a wan like that," quoth he, "Which nearly done the Phynodderee"-- "Man veg! you have brought me a hare!"