Water for fulling on the fire,
Work, work, work.”[24]
The cry they raised when going away, in the Skye version, runs:
“Dunsuirv on fire,
Without dog or man,
My balls of thread
And my bags of meal.”[25]
A man, on the farm of Kennovay in Tiree, saw the Fairies about twelve o’clock at night enter the house, glide round the room, and go out again. They said and did nothing.