The son of the king of Ireland, the short green man, the gunman, and the earman, went forward, and it was not far they went until they met another man, and his one foot on his shoulder, and he keeping a field of hares, without letting one hare in or out of the field. There was wonder on the king's son, and he asked him "What was the sense of his having one foot on his shoulder like that."
"Oh," says he, "if I had my two feet on the ground I should be so swift that I would go out of sight."
"Will you come on service with me?" said the king's son.
"I'll come if I get the place of a house and garden."
"You'll get that if the thing I have in my head succeeds with me."
The son of the king of Ireland, the short green man, the gunman, the earman, and the footman, went forward, and it was not far they went till they came to a man and he turning round a wind-mill with one nostril, and his finger left on his nose shutting the other nostril.
"Why have you your finger on your nose?" said the king of Ireland's son.
"Oh," says he, "if I were to blow with the two nostrils I would sweep the mill altogether out of that up into the air."
"Will you come on hire with me?"
"I will if I get the place of a house and garden."
"You'll get that if the thing I have in my head succeeds with me."
The son of the king of Ireland, the short green man, the gunman, the earman, the footman, and the blowman went forward until they came to a man who was sitting on the side of the road and he a' breaking stones with one thigh, and he had no hammer or anything else.
