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I swore, I'd have her for my own true love, no matter what I lost.
I vowed to win the maidens hand, no matter what the cost.
I threw my pot of gold into the Shannon river, deep and wide,
and taking human form, I won sweet Mary for my bride.
Scarce seven years of bliss had we. Our little cottage by the sea,
was filled with laughter all day long, and in the evenings filled with song.
What Joy! What Joy!, but oh so soon it went awry,
One stormy night she caught a chill and later, in my arms, my true love died.
Still trapped in human form, I roved the world both far and wide.
But nothing that I saw or did, could dim the memory of my loving bride.
Across the Wolds I walked, and came to Barnetby when I grew old,
I lay down in the fairy ring to cast away my human shell,
but now I cannot leave without my gold.”
I said,“ I have no gold to give you, but I have a gift that well may serve your need”.
I tore a pocket from my coat and placed inside some seeds.
Some silver coins, some clover, and a lock of my own hair,
For the Goddess shares her magic with the ones who truly care.
My shoelace made of it a perfect pouch and so, I tied it in a bow.
I said, “Kind sir, please take this gift, and it will take you where you need to go.
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