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17 Ere sorrow or sadness we knew, My tears from their fountain flow fast, I look, but in vain look, for you. No more on the Rownatree Hill We’ll give to the echoes our song; Nor yet by the witch-haunted rill Our tale of contentment prolong. Adieu! then, my brother, adieu! In life we shall never meet more, Our innocent joys to renew Along the green vales of Laymore. FAIRY BELIEF [Back to Contents] From the pre-Christian era up until the seventeenth century, fairy belief in Gaelic Ireland provided a cogent explanatory mechanism for misfortune, from the destruction of agricultural