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“Sure, ‘twas our revered progenitor, Gallaghtrue Gonogle, who split the sacerdotal alder tree, releasing seven wood nymphs and seven sylvan faeries. And he used his axe to hone of the tree’s meat a fine shillelagh. This he carried with him thenceforth, sure, and straddled all of Erin like colossus of Caesar times, from Kilarney to Galway. And he pooped out thirty lads and thirty lasses, one by one, to populate the land, calling out to each as they landed in the peaty soil, “Sure, scamper forth, me lovelies, and plant yer seed across the lands!””

This my potato-breathed mother would coo to me at bedtime.

Stupid Irish twat.