Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter Lullabies, dreams, and love ever after. Poems and songs with pipes and drums A thousand welcomes when anyone comes. That's the Irish for you!
-Irish Blessing




 

Leprechauns Are Little Green Men


 

Leprechauns are mainly found in Irish folklore and are very small mischievous fairies or sprites that are reported to be merry little old men dressed all in green, with a red hat and leather apron, and big buckled shoes.  They are reported to big somewhat ugly, have pointed ears and only two to three feet tall.  The leprechaun carries with him, two pouches, one of which contains a gold coin that he might use to buy his way out of a dire situation.  

They are called the fairy cobblers, and it is said they are only ever seen working on a single shoe, never a pair.  They are also reported to be quite wealthy because they buried pots of gold for safekeeping during time of war.   

If a human can capture a Leprechaun, the human is entitled to the hidden treasure.  The problem is they are very difficult to catch, if you are lucky enough to spot one, you cannot take your eyes of him for he will then vanish into thin air. 

After a leprechaun finishes his cobbler duties for the day, they have wild drunken feasts, where they enjoy their poteen, a strong Irish drink.  They are often seen in an intoxicated state and they enjoy riding on the back of a sheep or a dog in the moonlight.

It is possible, although rare now days, that a leprechaun might decide to live in your home.  The tale tell signs that you may have this mischievous little guest are;  items missing in your home, or items left in one place turn up in another.  Furniture may be rearranged in a room, and often your alcohol is watered down.

If this sounds familiar, the homeowners are advised to start leaving out snacks and drinks to keep the sprite in a good mood.  If all goes well the leprechaun will bestow you with luck and start to do some of those unfinished projects around your house

 


 

The Leprechaun
By Robert Dwyer Joyce (1830-83)


In a shady nook one moonlit night,
A leprahaun I spied
In scarlet coat and cap of green,
A cruiskeen by his side.
'Twas tick, tack, tick, his hammer went,
Upon a weeny shoe,
And I laughed to think of a purse of gold,
But the fairy was laughing too.

With tip-toe step and beating heart,
Quite softly I drew night.
There was mischief in his merry face,
A twinkle in his eye;
He hammered and sang with tiny voice,
And sipped the mountain dew;
Oh! I laughed to think he was caught at last,
But the fairy was laughing, too.

As quick as thought I grasped the elf,
"Your fairy purse," I cried,
"My purse?" said he, "'tis in her hand,
That lady by your side."
I turned to look, the elf was off,
And what was I to do?
Oh! I laughed to think what a fool I'd been,
And, the fairy was laughing too.