The beansídhe is know to be a fairy woman and she lives in glens and valleys and lonely places and she is after certain people very much.
One night this man was walking in a very lonely glen and he was not there long when he saw a fine pipe of tobacco lost so he sat down on a clump of soft green grass and took out his box of matches and reddened the pipe. He was smoking and smoking at his ease when the beansídhe gave a great roar, inside in a clump of briars, that lifted him off the