Tír na nÓg

July 22, 2014 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Tír Na nÓg

Once upon a time, many years ago, there lived a great warrior named Oisín, the son of the legendary Fionn Mac Cumhaill, or Finn MacCool in its English form. MacCool was the leader of the Fianna – a group of great protectors who guarded the High King of Ireland – and each day Oisín and the Fianna explored the beautiful green hills of Ireland as they hunted the land. One day, Oisín and the Fianna saw a beautiful white horse in the distance, and on its back was the most beautiful young woman they had ever seen. Her hair was the color of the sun, and fell to her waist, and she wore a dress of the palest blue studded with stars. She was surrounded by a golden light.

As the beautiful woman and her horse drew nearer, all the men stopped in their tracks, waiting to hear what she had to say. “My name is Niamh,” said the goldenhaired maiden, “my father is the King of the mystical land of Tír Na nÓg, a land that knows no sorrow and where nobody ever ages. I have heard wonderful things of a great warrior named Oisín, and I have come to take him with me back to the Land of Eternal Youth.”

Oisín immediately fell in love with Niamh, and although he was sad to be leaving his father and the Fianna, he agreed to join Niamh on horseback to go and live in Tír Na nÓg, promising Finn MacCool that he would return to Ireland to see him again soon. The fine white horse galloped across the silver seas into the magical land of Tír Na nÓg. As Niamh had promised, this was a land where nobody knew of sadness, and where nobody ever aged, everyone there lived forever. Together, Niamh and Oisín spent many happy times together, although there was a small part of Oisín’s heart that was lonely. He missed his homeland of Ireland, and longed to see his father and the Fianna again.

Oisín begged Niamh to let him return to Ireland, but she was reluctant. Although Oisín thought that only a few years had passed, it had in fact been 300 years back in Ireland, since in the land of Tír Na nÓg, time slowed down. Eventually, Niamh saw how much Oisín missed his family. She agreed to let him return to Ireland to see them again. “Take my magical white horse,” she told him. “Do not get off this horse, and do not let your feet touch the ground, or else you will never be able to return to Tír Na nÓg again.”

Oisín set off across the seas on Niamh’s white horse, and arrived in Ireland. When he got there, he could see that things had changed. The Fianna no longer hunted the green hills, and the grand castle that once housed his family was crumbling and covered in ivy.As he was searching for someone familiar in the green hills, Oisín came across some old men, who were having difficulty trying to move a huge rock. He leant down from his horse to help them, but in doing so he lost his balance and fell from the horse. The moment Oisín touched Irish soil, he immediately aged the 300 years that he had missed in Ireland.

An old, frail man, he asked the men he had stopped to help about his father Finn MacCool, and they told him that Finn had died many years before. Broken-hearted and many hundred years old, Oisín died soon after, but not before he shared the legends and stories of the Fianna, his father the great Finn MacCool and the magical land of eternal youth that is Tír Na nÓg. And even today in Ireland, these legends live on.


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