Glaistig of Craignish

A weaver, going home in the evening with a web of cloth on his shoulder, was met by a glaistig. She caught hold of him and pummeled him all night in the stream with his own web of cloth, saying to all his remonstrances, Weaving weaver, you are the better of being washed (Figheadair fighe, 's fhearrd' thu do nigheadh).

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