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Partholan

Nemed

Fir Bolg

Tuatha De Dannan

The Celts

Children Of Lir

Ulster Cycle

Conor & Deirdre

Cú Chulainn

The Taín

Fenian Cycle

Fionn Mac Cumhaill

Diarmaid & Grainne

Oisin & Tir Na Nóg

Historical Sites

Cahermacnaughten

Drombeg

Emain Macha

Great Stone Circle

Loughcrew

Newgrange

Queen Meaves Cairn

Tara

Turoe Stone

Carrowkeel

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Oisín & Tir Na Nóg

One day as Fionn and the men of the Fianna were returning from a hunt, a beautiful Fawn strayed out onto their path, and a chase ensued. The Fawn was quick and left the hunters far behind except for Fionn Mac Cumhaill and his two hounds Bran and Skeolaing. They chased the Fawn through forests and down into a valley until she could not run any further, when she wearily lay down the two hounds approached her but did not harass her.. They returned home with the Fawn following and That night Fionn was woken up as he sat up in his bed he saw a beautiful woman standing by his bed nearby, her name was Blai Dherig. She told him that she had been turned into the little Fawn by a druid of the Fairy Folk (Tuatha De Dannan). Fionn made love to her that night and soon after she became his wife.
Some time later returning from a trip which took 7 days Fionn found his dear wife missing, he searched far and wide for his love but without any joy. After some time had passed and his wife still missing Fionn and his two hounds were hunting around Ben Bulben in County Sligo (pictured below) when they came across a young boy who was very wild in appearance. The boy told Fionn how his mother had met with a dark strange man who took her away but he himself could not follow. Fionn took pity on the boy, returned home with him and called him Oisin which means Little Fawn.

It happened one day while out hunting that Fionn, Oisín and the Fianna saw a beautiful lady approach them on a snow white horse decorated in colourful trappings. She wore flamboyant clothes and a crown of gold. When she reached the men she told them that she had been searching for a man called Oisín, a man she was in love with and that she was the daughter of the king of the land of eternal youth . . .Tir Na Nóg. Her name was Niamh of the golden hair.

When she spoke her voice was so enchanting that when she asked Oisín to travel to Tir Na Nóg with her he could not refuse her, he had fallen love with this beautiful maiden himself. He climbed onto the brilliant white horse and they turned from Fionn and the Fianna and made their way to Tir Na Nóg. Fionn and his companions watched the horse carry the strange beautiful lady and his son across the horizon to an unknown, strange and mysterious land far off the west coast of Ireland, little did Fionn know that he would never see his son again.

On their journey to the land of everlasting youth the sun shone warmly down on the travellers and Oisín drifted into a daze, he saw high towers, gates and walls around a large city with people bustling around. When they reached Tir Na Nóg and were there for what Oisín thought was about 3 weeks he longed to meet his friends and family again. Niamh gave Oisín the beautiful white horse to travel back on but warned him not to dismount the horse while on Irish soil and to return to Tir Na Nóg.

Oisín set off for Ireland and when he arrived he made his way to the Hill of Allen in County Kildare where his father Fionn had his dún. On his way he passed through the forests where he had once hunted with his friends from the Fianna. When he reached the Foot of the Hill of Allen he urged the horse to climb to the top but when he reached it there were no dwellings of any kind, the hill had been taken over by nature, her tall trees and long grass had overgrown any buildings which might have been there. Oisín travelled on a little confused and came across an old and feeble man trying to carry a heavy load, without thinking he instinctively leaped from the horse to help the old man and when he landed on his feet he turned into an old feeble man himself. . . he then realised that his time spent in the otherworld of Tir Na Nóg seemed like 3 weeks but was in fact nearly 300 years.

 

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