21
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 lamhs," 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!"
