IRISH SOLITARY FAERIES
The solitary faeries avoid large gatherings, preferring to
be left alone. Solitary faeries live and travel alone.
Usually you can tell the difference in fairies by the
jackets they favored. The social fairies wore green jackets,
while the solitary fairies wore red ones, but sometimes
their jackets are brown or grey.
BANSHEE (BEAN SIDHE): Fairy woman who protects ancestral Irish
families and warns them of death by wailing at their
window in the night.
surlier cousin of the leprechaun. Their primary
responsibility is guarding a homes' wine cellar. If they
are not treated well, they will ruin the wine and cause
much mischief in the household.
DULLAHAN: Headless horseman
who carries his head underneath his arm. If he arrives at
your door and throws a basin of blood at you it's a death
FAR DARRIG (RED MAN):
The far darrig wears a red cap and coat, and busies
himself by being the practical joker of the otherworld.
Beware of him for he gives evil dreams.
FAR GORTA MAN (FEAR
GORTA): He is an emaciated phantom who goes
through the land in famine time, begging an alms and
bringing good luck to the giver.
FEAR SIDHE / BEAN
SIDHE: Men of the Hills and Women of the Hills.
LOVE TALKER): Love
talker, idler. He appears making love to shepherdesses and
milkmaids. Smokes a pipe. He is a real loner, a solitary
fairy who is the embodiment of love and idleness.
LEANHAUN SHEE: Fairy
mistresses who seek the love of men. If they refuse she
becomes their slave, if they consent, they are hers and
shoemaker who loves his pipes, shamrocks and his
pot-o-gold. His main job is to protect the gold.
notorious trickster, shape shifter. Can take the form of
any animal including horse, jackass, rabbit, etc..
Also has been seen as a goblin, bogeyman and in human
form. The horse form takes the rider on a wild ride and shakes him off in the
grey of morning.
Go not to the
hills of Erin
When the night winds are about;
Put up your bar and shutter
And so keep the danger out.
For the good-folk whirl within it,
And they pull you by the hand,
And they push you on the shoulder,
Till you move to their command.
Dora Sigerson, The Wind on the Hills (1895)