"Ye see, in the owld days, the counthry was full av avil sper’ts, an’ fairies an’ witches, an’ divils entirely, and the harrum they done was onsaycin’, for they wor always comin’ an’ goin’, like Mulligan’s blanket, an’ widout so much as sayin’, by yer lave. The fairies ’ud be dancin’ on the grass every night be the light av the moon, an’ stalin’ away the childhre, an’ many’s the wan they tuk that niver come back. The owld rath on the hill beyant was full av the dead, an’ afther nightfall they’d come from their graves an’ walk in a long line wan afther another to the owld church in the valley where they’d go in an’ stay till cock-crow, thin they’d come out agin an’ back to the rath. Sorra a parish widout a witch, an’ some nights they’d have a great enthertainmint on the Corkschrew Hill, an’ you’d see thim, wid shnakes on their arrums an’ necks an’ ears, be way av jewels, an’ the eyes av dead men in their hair, comin’ for miles an’ miles, some ridin’ through the air on shticks an’ bats an’ owls, an’ some walkin’, an’ more on Pookas an’ horses wid wings that ’ud come up in line to the top av the hill, like the cabs at the dure o’ the theayter, an’ lave thim there an’ hurry aff to bring more. "Sometimes the Owld Inimy, Satan himself, ’ud be there at the enthertainmint, comin’ an a monsthrous draggin, wid grane shcales an’ eyes like the lightnin’ in the heavens, an’ a roarin’ fiery mouth like a lime-kiln. It was the great day thin, for they do say all the witches brought their rayports at thim saysons fur to show him phat they done. "Some ’ud tell how they shtopped the wather in a spring, an’ inconvanienced the nabers, more ’ud show how they dhried the cow’s milk, an’ made her kick the pail, an’ they’d all laugh like to shplit. Some had blighted the corn, more had brought the rains on the harvest. Some towld how their enchantmints made the childhre fall ill, some said how they set the thatch on fire, more towld how they shtole the eggs, or spiled the crame in the churn, or bewitched the butther so it ’udn’t come, or led the shape into the bog. But that wasn’t all. "Wan ’ud have the head av a man murthered be her manes, an’ wid it the hand av him hung fur the murther; wan ’ud bring the knife she’d scuttled a boat wid an’ pint in the say to where the corpses laid av the fishermen she’d dhrownded; wan ’ud carry on her breast the child she’d shtolen an’ meant to bring up in avil, an’ another wan ’ud show the little white body av a babby she’d smothered in its slape. And the corpse-candles ’ud tell how they desaved the thraveller, bringin’ him to the river, an’ the avil sper’ts ’ud say how they dhrew him in an’ down to the bottom in his sins an’ thin to the pit wid him. An’ owld Belzebub ’ud listen to all av thim, wid a rayporther, like thim that’s afther takin’ down the spaches at a Lague meetin’, be his side, a-writing phat they said, so as whin they come to be paid, it ’udn’t be forgotten.