I have never seen a man faery or a women faery,but my mother saw a troop of them.She herself and the other maidens of the townland

were milking cows in the evening gloaming,when they observed a flock of fairies reeling and setting upon the green plain in front of the knoll....

Bell helmets of blue silk cover their heads,and the garments of green satin covered their bodies, and sandals of yellow membranes covered their feet. Thier heavy brown hair was streaming down their waist,and it lusture was of the fair golden sun of summer.Their skin was as white as the swan of the wave,and their voice was as melodious as the mavis of the wood,and they themselves were as beauteous of feature and as lithe of form as a picture,while their step was as light and stately and their minds as sportive as the little red bind of the hill.


Scotish Folk Tale ~1877