The Tory Hole – as a certain mountain cavern in the townland of Aughkinnigh is called is known locally as an abode of the Fairies and many are the tales woven about it by the old “seanachaidhthe” of the locality.
There is a Pattern day held every year at the Tory Hole on the first Sunday of August. Crowds of people, young and old flock to the Tory Hole on that day. The crowd is not complete without the local flutes and fiddlers. Many years ago, when one of these patterns was being held, one of the fiddlers went in to play a few tunes inside the Tory Hole. He was never seen again. Many a day since and hundreds of years have now gone by the strains of fiddler’s music have been heard coming from the Tory Hole. The Fiddler liked the company of the fairies and has never since asked to leave. On a summer’s evening dancing and music is often heard coming from the cave.The sides of Aughkinnigh Rock are dotted with comfortable compact holdings.
One evening at sunset a mother sent her little girl up the Rock to bring home the cattle to milk them. She went for them and ran into a crowd of fairies dancing to fiddlers’ music. She too joined in the Dance and of course forgot all about the cows. When the father and son came home from the Bog the son was sent to seek the little girl. He too never arrived home. The father then went and he too joined in the Dance. The mother then set off and joined in the fun herself. The whole lot danced away until 12 o’clock that night and then drove home the cows. Never since, nor before was such music heard. After sunset to this very day these fairies can be heard by times dancing quite near our school.
Many years ago, young and old used to gather on the top of the Rock near an old Fort. They danced to fiddlers’ music and sang themselves hoarse. One evening in the middle of all the fun didn’t they hear the strangest and sweetest music they ever heard. Looking around they saw the fiddler—a wee man dressed in knee breeches, a swallow tail coat, peaked cap and sandals on his feet. He played and played and they danced and danced, but as the sun sank behind the mountains the fiddler disappeared and was never seen again. For many years people talked of the great evening’s dancing they had to the tunes of the Fairy Fiddler.