Traditionary Ballad - Mannanan Beg Mac y Leirr

The following is a translation of the lines as they stand in the Manx song, without regard to any poetry in English

The Isle of Man, off the west coast. Photo by Jay Bell If you would listen to my story,
I will pronounce my chant
As best I can; I will, with my mouth,
Give you notice of the enchanted Island.

Who he was that had it first,
And then what happened to him;
And how St. Patrick brought in Christianity,
And how it came to Stanley.

Little Mannanan was son of Leirr,
He was the first that ever had it;
But as I can best conceive,
He himself was a heathen.

It was not with his sword he kept it,
Neither with arrows or bow,
But when he would see ships saving,
He would cover it round with a fog.

He would set a man, standing on a hill,
Appear as if he were a hundred ;
And thus did wild Mannanan protect
That Island with all its booty.

The rent each landholder paid to him was,
A bung e of coarse meadow grass yearly,
And that, as their yearly tax,
They paid to him each midsummer eve.

Some would carry the grass up,
To the great mountain up at Barrool;
Others would leave the grass below,
With Mannanan's self, above Keamool.

Thus then did they live;
O l think their tribute very small,
Without care and without anxiety,
Or hard labour to cause weariness.