"Feuch an rÃ³gaire 'g iarraidh pÃ³ige, Ni h-iongantas mÃ³r Ã© a bheith mar atÃ¡ Ag leanamhaint a gcÃ³mhnuidhe d'Ã¡rnÃ¡n na grÃ¡ineÃ³ige Anuas 's anios's nna chodladh 'sa' lÃ¡." i.e.--
"Look at the rogue, its for kisses he's rambling, It isn't much wonder, for that was his way; He's like an old hedgehog, at night he'll be scrambling From this place to that, but he'll sleep in the day."
Says Yeates, "Do not think the faeries are always little. Everything is capricious about them, even their size. They seem to take what size or shape pleases them. Their chief occupations are feasting, fighting, and making love, and playing the most beautiful music. They have only one industrious person amongst them, the lepra-caun--the shoemaker. Perhaps they wear their shoes out with dancing. Near the village of Ballisodare is a little woman who lived amongst them seven years. When she came home she had no toes--she had danced them off."