"Barney looked through the crack at thim a crossin’ himself ivery minnit wid admiration for the shpeed they had. ’God be good to me,’ says he to himself, ’’tis not ivery gossoon in Leitrim that’s got haymakers like thim,’ only he never spake a word out loud, for he knewn very well the good people ’ud n’t like it. So they brought in all the hay an’ put it in the house an’ thin let the fires go out an’ made another big fire in front o’ the dure, an’ begun to dance round it wid the swatest music Barney iver heard. "Now be this time he’d got up an’ feelin’ aisey in his mind about the hay, begun to be very merry. He looked on through the dure at thim dancin’, an’ by an’ by they brought out a jug wid little tumblers and begun to drink summat that they poured out o’ the jug. If Barney had the sense av a herrin’, he’d a kept shtill an’ let thim dhrink their fill widout openin’ the big mouth av him, bein’ that he was as full as a goose himself an’ naded no more; but when he seen the jug an’ the tumblers an’ the fairies drinkin’ away wid all their mights, he got mad an’ bellered out like a bull, ’Arra-a-a-h now, ye little attomies, is it dhrinkin’ ye are, an’ never givin’ a sup to a thirsty mortial that always thrates yez as well as he knows how,’ and immejitly the fairies, an’ the fire, an’ the jug all wint out av his sight, an’ he to bed agin in a timper. While he was layin’ there, he thought he heard talkin’ an’ a cugger-mugger goin’ on, but when he peeped out agin, sorra a thing did he see but the black night an’ the rain comin’ down an’ aitch dhrop the full av a wather-noggin. So he wint to slape, continted that the hay was in, but not plazed that the good people ’ud be pigs entirely, to be afther dhrinkin’ undher his eyes an’ not offer him a taste, no, not so much as a shmell at the jug. "In the mornin’ up he gets an’ out for to look at the hay an’ see if the fairies put it in right, for he says, ’It’s a job they’re not used to.’ So he looked in the cow-house an’ thought the eyes ’ud lave him when there wasn’t a shtraw in the house at all. ’Holy Moses,’ says he, ’phat have they done wid it?’ an’ he couldn’t consave phat had gone wid the hay. So he looked in the field an’ it was all there; bad luck to the bit av it had the fairies left in the house at all, but when he shouted at thim, they got tarin’ mad an’ took all the hay back agin to the bog, puttin’ every shtraw where Barney laid it, an’ it was as wet as a drownded cat. But it was a lesson to him he niver forgot, an’ I go bail that the next time the fairies help him in wid his hay he’ll kape shtill an’ let thim dhrink thimselves to death if they plaze widout sayin’ a word."