An old Gaelic MS.—"The Bewitched Bachelor Unbewitched"—Fairy
Lore—Lacteal Libations on Fairy Knowes.
Ix looking over some old papers the other day [October
1868] we stumbled on some sheets of Gaelic MS. that had lain neglected
for years, and ^every existence of which, indeed, we had well-nigh
forgotten. One of these sheets contained the original of the following
lines. It is in many respects a curious composition, written in a sort
of rhythmical alliterative prose rather than in verse, somewhat in the
manner of the conversational parts of the GaelicSgeulaehdanor
fireside tales of the olden time. Its tone throughout is gay and lively,
with an occasional admixture of humour anddouble
is very amusing, while its allusions to the manners and customs and
superstitious observances of a past age render it, to our thinking,
extremely interesting. The sheet in our possession is only a copy, the
original, taken down from oral recitation, we believe, being in a MS.
collection of Gaelic poems and tales by Rev. Mr. M'Donald, at one time
minister of the parish of Fortingall, in Perthshire. Having only
internal evidence to judge from, it is impossible with any confidence to
assign even an approximate date to such a production as this, but we are
probably not far wrong in placing it as early at least as the middle or
close of the last century. It bears no title in the original; we may
The Bewitched Bachelor Unbewitched.
The gudeman mumbled and grumbled full sore
Over the butter-kits, all through the dairy:
Over cheese, over butter, and milk-pails, he swore
'Tis the work, I'll be bound, of some foul witch or fairy.
How can I ever be happy or rich,
If robbed and tormented by fairy and witch,"
Quoth he; and lo, with a sudden turn
He stumbled and spilt the cream-full churn!
He went to his mother (she dwelt in the cot
Amid the hazels down by the linn:
Full well the wild birds loved that spot,
And taught its echoes their merry din)—
He went to his mother, that Bachelor gruff:
He was mild with her, though with others rough.
"Mother," quoth he, "I have not now
One-half the butter or cheese, I trow,
That loaded my dairy shelves when you
Had charge of my household and dairy too:
Tell me mother, what shall I do?
I vow and declare that some fairy or witch
Is robbing me still-sad-doing mo ill—I shall never be rick"
"My son," the mother mild replied,
"See that you pay the fairies their due;
A tribute due should ne'er be denied—
Others don't grudge it, and why should you!
Nor thrive their flocks nor kine, I weon,
Who scorn or neglect theshiangreen."
''But, mother, the witch that lives down i' the glen '"
' A widow, my son, with a fatherless oe,
Who has seen much sorrow and years of woe;
Give her as heretofore, my son,
Of your curds and whey, and let her alone.
And oh, my son, if you would be rich,
And free from dread of fairy and witch.
And happy and well-to-do through life—
Go get thee, my son, a winsome wife!"
The bachelor hied him home full soon—
Ho sent to the widow, far down in the glen,
A kebbuck of cheese as round as the moon,
Of oaten cakes he sent her ten,
With a kindly message, "Come when you may
For curds and whey in the good old way."
He sent her withal, 'tis right you should know,
A braw new kilt for her fatherless oe.
And ever he saw that his maidens paid
To the fairies their due on theFairy
Till the emerald sward was under the tread
As velvet soft, and all aglow
With wild flowers, such as fairies cull,
Weaving their garlands and wreuths for the dance when the moon is full!
And lo ! at last he took him a wife,
A comely and winsome dame, I trow,
Who shed a sunshine over his life,
And silvered the wrinkles upon his brow.
'Twas well with the kine, and well with the dairy,
Nor dreaded he ought from witch or fairy;
(He had one of his own—she was hightWee
And often they went to the cot by the linn,
Where mavis and merle made merry din.
The English reader will prohahly require to be informed
that oe—the Gaelicoglia—signifies
a grandchild, whileshian(Gaelicsithean)
is a fairy knoll. To show what a -power fairies were at one time in the
land, and how wide-spread was the belief in them, we have only to
consider that there is perhaps not a hamlet or township in the Highlands
or Hebrides without itsshianor
green fairy knoll so called. Within half a mile of our own residence,
for example, there is aSithean
Greater and Lesser Eairy Knoll; there is, besides, aGlacan-t'
Fairy Knoll Glade,Tobar-an-t'
the Fairy Knoll Well; and a deep chasm, through which a mountain torrent
plunges darkling, calledLeum-an-t'
Fairy's Leap, with which there is probably connected some very wonderful
story, although we have been unsuccessful hitherto in meeting with any
one able or willing to repeat it. The truth is, that a belief in fairies
and fairyland, or faery—faint, no doubt, and ill-defined
now-a-days—still lingers ghostlike, the shadow of its more substantial
former living self, in our straths and glens; and, in accordance with
the old superstition, it is considered that the " good people " should
only be spoken of on rare and unavoidable occasions, and then only in
serious and respectable terms. Hence it is that you always find old
people reluctant to impart such fairy lore as may be known to them,
though garrulous enough on all other subjects; and hence, also, it
happens that in oui oldSgenlachdan—theArabian
our Celtic forefathers—although you find giants, and dwarfs, and
misbegotten beings of every imaginable shape and size; animals, too,
that can speak and reason and lend their superhuman aid to prince and
peasant in extremity, as well as genii, kelpies, and spirits of flood
and fell, you rarely if ever meet with one of the "good folks," or
fairies proper, introduced upon the scene. The people thoroughlybelievedin
them, believed that they had a veritable existence, and although
invisible to mortal eye, that they might be at your elbow at any moment;
that they disliked being spoken of at all as a rule, and that a
disrespectful word about them especially would inevitably be followed by
some signal punishment, or "mischance," as it was more cautiously termed
in the South—all this they believed, and therefore they held it wisest
to sj>eak of fairies, good folks though they were, as seldom as
possible. The allusion to paying
"The fairies their due on the fairy knowe,"
has reference to the custom, common enough on the western
mainland and in some of the Hebrides some fifty years ago, and not
altogether unknown perhaps even at the present day, of each maiden's
pouring from hercumanbleoghaia,or
milking-pail, evening and morning, on the fairy knowe a little of the
new-drawn milk from the cow, by way of propitiating the favour of the
good people, and as a tribute the wisest, it was deemed, and most
acceptable that could be rendered, and sooner or later sure to be repaid
a thousand-fold. The consequence was that these fairy knolls were
clothed with a richer and more beautiful verdure than any other spot,
howe or knowe, in the country, and the lacteal riches imbibed by the
soil through this custom is even now visible in the vivid emerald green
fairy knoll whenever it is pointed out to you. This custom of pouring
lacteal libations to the fairies on a particular spot deemed sacred to
them, was known and practised at some of the summer shielings in
Lochaber within the memory of the people now living.
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