This Finn MacCooilley was an Irish giant, and the Buggane was a Manx giant. But, anyway at all, this Finn came across from the Mountains of Mourne to see what was the Isle of Mann like, for he was seeing land. He liked the island uncommon well, so he stopped in it, living out Cregneish way. The Buggane was hearing great talk about the giant Finn MacCooilley that was in the Sound, so he came down from the top of Barrule to put a sight on him. Finn knew that he was coming to have a fight with him, to see who was best man, and Finn did not want to fight. ‘Lave him to me,’ says the wife; ‘an’ I’ll put the augh-augh on him!’
Before long they caught sight of the Buggane, and he was a walking terror. He was coming from Barrule to them, in a mighty pursue.
‘Slip in the criddle, Finn,’ says she. ‘It’s me that’ll spake to him.’
Up comes the Buggane to the door, hot-foot.
‘Where’s Himself?’ says he.
‘This man is gone from home this bit,’ says she. ‘What is it you are wantin’ with him?’
‘Aw, there is no hurry on me. I’ll put my fut inside and wait till he comes back,’ says he.
‘Plaze yourself,’ says she, ‘an’ you’ll plaze me; but I must get on with my bakin’.’
‘Who have you got in the criddle?’ says he.
‘That’s our baby,’ says she.