‘Thanks. And who are you?’
‘I am a man.’
‘And old or young?’
‘Young.’
‘Be a son to us.’
‘Good.’
The old man had ten sheep. ‘Here take the sheep, and graze them, daddy’s darling. And don’t go to the right hand, else the fairies will catch you and put out your eyes; that’s their field. But go to the left hand, for they’ve no business there; that’s our field.’
He went three days to the left hand, until he bethought himself, and made a flute, and went to the right hand with his sheep.
And there met him a fairy, and said to him, ‘Son of a roarer,[6] what are you wanting here?’
He began to play on the flute. ‘Dance a bit for me.’