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Tir na nÓg (Land of Eternal Youth)

There is much folklore surrounding the beautiful Lakes and Mountains of Killarney. Some of these stories have been passed down through generations of our family and some are pieced together through a little research in the off season!

Loch Léin Killarney

The Fianna were a legendary band of hunter gatherer warriors in Pre-Christian Ireland. They were led by the great warrior; Fionn MacCumhaill. Oisín was Fionn MacCumhaill’s son and was a renowned poet. He spent his time travelling with The Fianna through the countryside of Ireland.

One day while hunting Red Deer in Tomies Wood on the shores of Loch Léin, Oisín and The Fianna saw a beautiful lady riding towards them on a white horse. She introduced herself as Niamh, daughter of the King of Tír na nÓg, a land without sorrow where nobody ages and everyone lives forever.

Niamh said that she had heard of the great deeds of a warrior named Oisín and had come to invite him to stay with her in Tír na nÓg. Oisín, was immediately taken with Niamh and fell in love with her. He agreed to join her in Tír na nOg after promising his father that he would return to Ireland again soon. The pair mounted Niamh’s white horse and rode across Loch Léin, soon disappearing beneath it’s dark waters near the area where now stands Bricín Bridge.

Niamh and Oisín were happy in Tír na nÓg and shared many happy days together. Oisín grew homesick and begged Niamh to allow him to return to Ireland to see his family. Eventually she agreed and told him to use her white horse. She warned him that he should not allow his foot to touch the ground though, as he would age rapidly, for even though 3 years had passed in Tír na nÓg, on Ireland more than 300 had elapsed.

Upon arriving back to Ireland, Oisín soon saw that things had changed drastically in the time he was away. He learned that his father and all of his friends had long passed away. He stopped to help some old men to move a stone and he fell from his horse. He immediately began to age 300 years in minutes. He died soon after but not before he recounted the tales and deeds of Fionn MacCumhaill and The Fianna to the old men. These stories are still being told today.