There are thousands of fairy bushes in Ireland. Two of them are on our farm. I know of twelve fairy bushes which are in this district. Any white thorn bush in the middle of a field, and by it self is said to be a fairy bush. On nearly every farm there is a fairy bush. It is not right to cut a fairy bush. One fairy bush is in Lis na nDoras. It is a very remarkable one. The fairies used to dance round it every night. Some people saw them dancing and singing round it. One man saw the fairies playing tunes and dancing and singing round it. This old tree is rotten and an old man was cutting it down for wood for the fire. He could not cut it, the handle broke and many other things happened, but he cut the bush to the ground but he could not bring it home, as it was too heavy. Another man was cutting a fairy bush, and a branch hit him in the eyes and blinded his two eyes.

Its considered unlucky to cut down a lone bush or a fairy tree.

The fairy bush of Thinna
There is a bush outside Portalingon called the fairy bush. One night a man was coming home after playing cards at a neighbours house. He took a short cut across a pasture home in which he had to pass a fairy bush. The fairies were dancing and they took him into the dance to dance and they did not let him home untill day-break. When he reached home he did not recover from the shock and in a very short time he died. The bush is still called the fairy bush

It was told to me by Harry Diver. he lives in Ballybrack and he is about 45 years of age. This is what he told me. There was an old fairy bush along the road and it belonged to the fairies. One day a man was walking along the road and he had a bill hook in his hand to cut bushes. And he saw this fairy bush on his way and he thought it was no harm to cut the fairy bush. So he cut it. He went to his bed that night and when he awoke in the morning his cow was dead. The next morning his horse was dead and the next morning his wife and daughter were dead. And the next morning he went to the priest about it and he told him all that he had done and he told the priest that he had cut a fairy bush. And the priest said that he would never had a day's rest in his life. So this man went home and he began to pray and the next morning he himself died. One day this was a girl coming along the road and she had to pass the house and when she was passing she saw a ghost.

About two miles from the little village of Killeenavara in the County of Galway a large bush is growing on the side of the road and it is haunted by fairies.
A fairy can be seen near this bush every night and it is often it followed people that would be coming home late a t night and that person would hardly ever pass by that bush after that.
About two hundred years ago this fairy harmed a certain man in the parish of Ballinderreen Co Galway and it injured him seriously. The fairy is in the shape of a black dog and he has a great big nose.
The bush is very old and it never bears any fruit. There is a large rock of stone surrounding the bush and it is under the stone the fairy lives.

There is an old stream in Greashlass. This stream is called Glosh. This stream runs throuh an old fairy fort. There was an old bush in Aughacashel. There were fairies seem sitting under Mushrooms at night. People used to betle flax near this bush long ago. This bush is called the "fairy bush". There was a small square

One morning a little boy was out early herding sheep on the slopes of Knocknashee, because it was lambing season. He spied a little leipreachán sitting under a white thorn bush sewing a shoe. The little boy crept over to where the fairy was sitting and caught him by the neck.He asked the fairy where would he get a crock of gold but the little fairy would not tell the boy. The young lad said he would kill the fairy and it gave in. The leipreachan said that the crock of gold was hidden under a bush yonder. The foolish boy looked in the direction of the bush and as soon as he took his eyes off the fairy the latter disappeared. The boy was vexed for having let the fairy trick him and went home as poor as ever.

About two miles from Dunmore East there is a spot known as the Fairy Bush. Long ago a pilot named John Glody piloted a ship from Dunmore East to Passage East. On his way back by road he had to pass the Fairy Bush. This night at about twelve o'clock when he was passing it, he saw a priest. Glody said, "Good night Father", but got no answer. The next night he saw the priest again, and again saluted him, but again received no answer. He went and told the Parish Priest of Dunmore, and asked him to go with him on the third night to the Fairy Bush. They went and they saw the(y) priest, and the Parish Priest spoke to him and asked him what his trouble was. He told him that he had left one Mass unsaid while he was on ea()th, and that he could not get anyone to answer it. The Parish Priest then told him that Glody

Mr Gray was telling me that his grandfather was telling him that there was a bush in his farm in Shaen, that was called a "fairy bush". About eighty years ago when he was an old man, his wife had gone to town and he was left along, in came a little fairy all dressed up with a shawl over her head, and asked for team sugar and some milk and when she got it she went off. The old man watched her and she disappeared in the "fairy bush". About half-a-hour after his wife came in and he supposing it was a fairy back again said "Be of with you I have given you the last

One day a man caught a fairy in a field. He asked the fairy to tell him where the crock of gold was hidden. The fairy told the man that the gold was hidden under the rush bush. When the fairy showed the rush bush that the crock of gold was supposed to be buried under, the man tied a knot on it because the field was full of rush bushes. Then he went home for a spade to dig out the gold. When he came back there was a knot on every bush in the field so he did not get the gold after all.

Once upon a time there lived a man whose duty it was to look after a flock of sheep grazing on a farm about a mile from his home.
One morning very early as he was passing by a small clump of very thick ferns, he saw a tiny little man with a red jacket sitting in the middle of them and making a pair of shoes. The man carried a sheep's tine in one hand and he stole up very slowly behind the little fairy shoemaker, and caught him around the waist. The fairy tried every means to get free, but the man told him he would not let him go until the fairy told him where he had the crock of gold hidden.
The little fairy now brought the man to a little bush which grew in a large fort in the centre of the field, and said, Under that bush, the gold is hidden. Go home and get a spade, dig down till you come to a small flag. The gold is under this flag. The man did as he was told, and before going he left the sheep's tine in the centre of the little bush.
On returning with the spade, he found a sheep's tine on every bush in the field, and no trace of the fairy shoemaker.

where the "Lone Bush" used to be was a fairy. A number of people sally forth to watch for the fairy which last appeared twenty years ago on the exact same sport. Some believe that he is a lepraucháun and, in support of this contention, points to the "Fairies' Fort" which is close to the "lone bush". It looks as if there is likely to be keen competition for the Crock of Gold.

On a fence in Castlequarter over a disused well grew a small half-withered thorn-bush which was locally known as "The Fairy Thorn."
Years ago when wire fencing was uncommon in this country the owner of the farm paled and wired the ditch on which the fairy thorn stood. In doing so he stapled the wire to the bush.
Day after day he found the wire broken in the neighbourhood of this particular bush and after a time determined to spend the night in trying to find out who it was that dared to interfere with his property. During his long watch no one appeared on the scene; yet, when daylight came the wire was again broken.
After he had thus watched for several nights, a neighbour of his advised him to loose the wire from the fairy thorn. This he did and afterwards the wire remained uninjured.

The Fairy Tree
About a mile from Ballyporeen and three miles from Clogheen stands the Fairy Tree. It is commonly known as the "Carragan Bush" owing to its situation on a very high hill overlooking the main road from Clogheen to Ballyporeen. The fairy Tree is only a name given it by people who wish to make themselves grand.
The tree is also known as the "One mile tree" as it marks a mile from Ballyporeen. The hill is called "One tree hill" as this tree is the only one growing on the hill and that on the summit. The bush is a blackthorn bush and the fruit it bears are very tiny and no-body even birds or animals

The Fairy Bush is the name given to a five branch cross road between Passage East and Dunmore.Years ago John Glody, a Dunmore pilot came up to Passage in a steamer. When he was going home by the Fairy Bush he saw a priest standing there. It was at the hour of midnight that this Priest was seen. John Glody went to the Parish Priest and told him about it. The Parish Priest said he would go with him and they went. They saw the Priest standing at the Fairy Bush. The Parish Priest went over to him and asked him what was his troubles. He told him that while he was on earth there was one Mass that he did not say and that he was on the altar every night to see if any one would come to serve Mass. He asked John Glody and the Parish Priest to serve Mass. The Parish Priest went with John Glody the next night to serve Mass. When the Priest came out on the altar John Glody went in on the altar and served Mass for him. In a minute the Church was full

the fairy and brought him home. That night when the man was going to bed he put the fairy in a box and put him in the cupbord. When the man got up in the morning the fairy was gone and the cow was gone. There was another man one time and he was going to the well. There was a little bush beside the well. When the man looked at the bush he saw a little fairy sitting under the bush crying.
They man asked him what was he crying for. The fairy said that he was put out of the king's palace because he killed the Queens cat. The man told him that he could mind him, so the man took him home and gave him his dinner.
Then when he had his dinner eaten

There is a fairy fort in Cappa. It is in Martin Hynd's field.One night a man named Tom Muldood was coming home from rambling. As he was coming across this field he came to this bush. He saw the little man sitting under it and he was playing pipes and when he was finished playing he said, "Will you come and join me." But Tom said, It is very late and I have to go home" but the fairy said "No, No, you shall stay here with me until morning and I will teach you a tune on my pipes." Tom said "No" but he kept him there until morning. The little man was often seen after that. So that bush was called Tom's fairy bush.

There was a fairy bush in the village. A man cut the bush and he had no luck since. One night the fairy met the man and he told him to put back the bush and he did not. After a while the man died. Long ago there was an old man living in a house by himself. He heard noise in the house every night and he was getting afraid. The man used always wear red clothes. He was a very big man.

One night John Kerrigan was coming from visiting at about twelve o'clock. When he was just passing a holly bush what ran out before him but a fairy dog. The colour of the dog was black. The dog began snarling as if to bit him. He was very much afraid that night so he began whistling. The dog kept before him until he came to a small road and then he disappeared. The bush that fairy dog came out of is still there on Michael Kerrigan's lane way. Lights are often seen there. People are afraid passing that bush ever since that night although the dog never appeared to anyone after that.

have witnessed the strange spectacle. The field would be packed to its utmost - capacity with good people buying and selling pigs, sheep, horses and cattle with a terrible hum of strange talk. The strange scene has been witnessed time and again down the age's. And has been repeated several times during the last score of years. Although, a crowd of people might be crossing the field together only one person might see the vast crowd at the "Fairy Fair" or hear the hum of the bargain makers. The Fairy field is a few fields away from the fort and beside the stream known as Resruthán. It contains a small aged, scrunted lone whitethorn bush. It is related by the oldest inhabitants that the bush was there in their grandfather's time. It is still the same little bush. A pair of stirrups I am informed was found in the progress of cultivation close to the bush. The "bansidhe" still cries around the lovely Resruthán before there is a death in some families in