when he did so, though he was met with great clapping of hands, he only danced for a few moments. He did not know the dances in my book, he said, and did not care to dance to music he was not familiar with. When the people pressed him again he looked across to me.
'John,' he said, in shaking English, 'have you got "Larry Grogan," for it is an agreeable air?'
I had not, so some of the young men danced again to the 'Black Rogue,' and then the party broke up. The altercation was still going on at the cottage below us, and the people were anxious to see what was coming of it.
About ten o'clock a young man came in and told us that the fight was over.
"They have been at it for four hours,' he said, 'and now they're tired. Indeed it is time they were, for you'd rather be listening to a man killing a pig than to the noise they were letting out of them.'
After the dancing and excitement we were too stirred up to be sleepy, so we sat for a long time round the embers of the turf, talking and smoking by the light of a candle.
From ordinary music we came to talk of the music of the fairies, and they told me this story, when I had told them some stories of my own:
A man who lives in the other end of the
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