“Jamie Freel and the Young Lady: A Donegal Tale”, by Miss Letitia Maclintock, in Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry, ed. W. B. Yeats (Walter Scott 1888), pp.53-59.

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DOWN IN FANNET, in times gone by, lived Jamie Freel and his mother. Jamie was the widow’s sole support; his strong arm worked for her untiringly, and as each Saturday night came round, he poured his wages into her lap, thanking her dutifully for the halfpence which she returned him for tobacco.
 He was extolled by his neighbours as the best son ever known or heard of. But he had neighbours, of whose opinion he was ignorant - neighbours who lived pretty close to him, whom he had never seen, who are, indeed, rarely seen by mortals, except on May eves and Halloweens.
 An old ruined castle, about a quarter of a mile from his cabin, was said to be the abode of the “wee folk”. Every Halloween were the ancient windows lighted up, and passers-by saw little figures flitting to and fro inside the building, while they heard the music of pipes and flutes.
 It was well known that fairy revels took place; but nobody had the courage to intrude on them.
 Jamie had often watched the little figures from a distance, and listened to the charming music, wondering what the inside of the castle was like; but one Halloween he got up and took his cap, saying to his mother, “I’m awa’ to the castle to seek my fortune.”
 “What!” cried she, “would you venture there? you that’s the poor widow’s one son! Dinna be sae venturesome an’ foolitch, Jamie! They’ll kill you, an’ then what’ll come o’ me?”
 “Never fear, mother; nae harm ’ill happen me, but I maun gae.”

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