Yeats' FAIRY AND FOLK
TALES OF THE IRISH PEASANTRY
THE PUDDING BEWITCHED
"Moll Roe Rafferty was the
son--daughter I mane--of ould Jack Rafferty, who
was remarkable for a habit he had of always wearing his head undher his
hat; but indeed the same family was a
quare one, as everybody knew that was acquainted wid them. It was said of
them--but whether it was thrue or not I won't undhertake to say, for 'fraid I'd
tell a lie--that whenever they didn't wear shoes or boots they always went
barefooted; but I heard aftherwards that this was disputed, so rather than say
anything to injure their character, I'll let that pass. Now, ould Jack Rafferty
had two sons, Paddy and Molly--hut! what are you all laughing at?--I mane a son
and daughter, and it was generally believed among the neighbours that they were
brother and sisther, which you know might be thrue or it might not: but thats a
thing that, wid the help o' goodness, we have nothing to say to. Troth there was
many ugly things put out on them that I don't wish to repate, such that neither
Jack nor his son Paddy ever walked a perch without puttin' one foot afore the
other like a salmon; an' I know it was whispered about, that whinever Moll Roe
slep', she had an out-of-the-way custom of keepin' her eyes shut. If she did,
however, for that matther the loss was her own; for sure we all know that when
one comes to shut their eyes they can't see as far before them as another.
"Moll Roe was a fine young bouncin' girl, large and lavish, wid a purty head
o' hair on her like scarlet, that bein' one of the raisons why she was called
Roe, or red; her arms an' cheeks were much the colour of the hair, an'
her saddle nose was the purtiest thing of its kind that ever was on a face. Her
fists--for, thank goodness, she was well sarved wid them too--had a strong
simularity to two thumpin' turnips, reddened by the sun; an' to keep all right
and tight, she had a temper as fiery as her head--for indeed, it was well known
that all the Rafferties were warm-hearted. Howandiver, it appears that
God gives nothing in vain, and of coorse the same fists, big and red as they
were, if all that is said about them is thrue, were not so much given to her for
ornament as use. At laist, takin' them in connection wid her lively temper, we
have it upon good authority, that there was no danger of their getting blue-moulded for want of practice. She had a twist, too, in one of her eyes that was very
its way, and made her poor husband, when she got him, take it into his head that
she could see round a comer. She found him out in many quare things, widout
doubt; but whether it was owin' to that or not, I wouldn't undertake to say
for fraid I'd tell a lie.
"Well, begad, anyhow it was Moll Roe that was the
dilsy.1 It happened that there was a nate vagabone in the
neighbourhood, just as much overburdened wid beauty as herself, and he was named
Gusty Gillespie. Gusty, the Lord guard us, was what they call a black-mouth
Prosbytarian, and wouldn't keep Christmas-day, the blagard, except what they
call 'ould style'. Gusty was rather good-lookin' when seen in the dark, as well
as Moll herself; and, indeed, it was purty well known that--accordin' as the
talk went--it was in nightly meetings that they had an opportunity of becomin'
detached to one another. The quensequence was, that in due time both families
began to talk very seriously as to what was to be done. Moll's brother, Pawdien
O'Rafferty, gave Gusty the best of two choices. What they were it's not worth
spakin' about; but at any rate one of them was a poser, an' as Gusty knew
his man, he soon came to his senses. Accordianly everything was deranged for
their marriage, and it was appointed that they should be spliced by the Rev.
Samuel M'Shuttle, the Prosbytarian parson, on the following Sunday.
"Now this was the first marriage that had happened for a long time in the
neighbourhood betune a black-mouth an' a Catholic, an' of coorse there was
strong objections on both sides against it; an' begad, only for one thing, it
would never 'a tuck place at all. At any rate, faix, there was one of the
bride's uncles, ould Harry Connolly, a fairy-man, who could cure all complaints
wid a secret he had, and as he didn't wish to see his niece married upon sich a
fellow, he fought bittherly against the match. All Moll's friends, however,
stood up for the marriage barrin' him, an' of coorse the Sunday was appointed,
as I said, that they were to be dove-tailed together.
"Well, the day arrived, and Moll, as became her, went to mass, and Gusty to
meeting, afther which they were to join one another in Jack Rafferty's, where
the priest, Father M'Sorley, was to slip up afther mass to take his dinner wid
them, and to keep Misther M'Shuttle, who was to marry them, company. Nobody
remained at home but ould Jack Rafferty an' his wife, who stopped to dress the
dinner, for, to tell the truth, it was to be a great let-out entirely. Maybe, if
all was known, too, that Father M'Sorley was to give them a cast of his office
over an' above the ministher, in regard that Moll's friends were not altogether
satisfied at the kind of marriage which M'Shuttle could give them. The sorrow
may care about that--splice here--splice there--all I can say is, that when Mrs.
Rafferty was goin' to tie up a big bag pudden, in walks Harry Connolly, the
fairy-man, in a rage, and shouts out,--'Blood and blunderbushes, what are yez
"'Arrah why, Harry? Why, avick?'
"'Why, the sun's in the suds and the moon in the high Horicks; there's a
clipstick comin' an, an' there you're both as unconsarned as if it was about to
rain mether. Go out and cross yourselves three times in the name o' the four
Mandromarvins, for as prophecy says:--Fill the pot, Eddy, supernaculum---a
blazing star's a rare spectaculum. Go out both of you and look at the sun, I
say, an' ye'll see the condition he's in--off!'
"Begad, sure enough, Jack gave a bounce to the door, and his wife leaped like
a two-year-ould, till they were both got on a stile beside the house to see what
was wrong in the sky.
"'Arrah, what is it, Jack,' said she; 'can you see anything?'
"'No,' says he, 'sorra the full o' my eye of anything I can spy,
sun himself, that's not visible in regard of the clouds. God guard us! I doubt
there's something to happen.'
"'If there wasn't, Jack, what 'ud put Harry, that knows so much, in the state
"'I doubt it's this marriage,' said Jack: 'betune ourselves, it's not over
an' above religious for Moll to marry a black-mouth, an' only for ------; but it
can't be helped now, though you see not a taste o' the sun willin' to show his
face upon it.'
"'As to that,' says the wife, winkin' wid both her eyes, 'if Gusty's
satisfied wid Moll, it's enough. I know who'll carry the whip hand, anyhow; but
in the manetime let us ax Harry 'ithin what ails the sun.'
"Well, they accordianly went in an' put the question to him:
"'Harry, what's wrong, ahagur? What is it now, for if anybody alive knows,
"'Ah!' said Harry, screwin' his mouth wid a kind of a dhry smile, 'the sun
has a hard twist o' the cholic; but never mind that, I tell you you'll have a
merrier weddin' than you think, that's all;' and havin' said this, he put on his
hat and left the house.
"Now, Harry's answer relieved them very much, and so, afther calling to him
to be back for the dinner, Jack sat down to take a shough o' the pipe, and the
wife lost no time in tying up the pudden and puttin' it in the pot to be
"In this way things went on well enough for a while, Jack smokin' away, an'
the wife cookin' and dhressin' at the rate of a hunt. At last, Jack, while
sittin', as I said, contentedly at the fire, thought he could persave an odd
dancin' kind of motion in the pot that puzzled him a good deal.
"'Katty,' said he, 'what the dickens is in this pot on the fire?'
"'Nerra thing but the big pudden. Why do you ax?' says she.
"'Why,' said he, 'if ever a pot tuck it into its head to dance a jig, and
this did. Thundher and sparbles, look at it!'
"Begad, it was thrue enough; there was the pot bobbin' up an' down and from
side to side, jiggin' it away as merry as a grig; an' it was quite aisy to see
that it wasn't the pot itself, but
what was inside of it, that brought about the hornpipe.
"'Be the hole o' my coat,' shouted Jack, 'there's something alive in it, or
it would never cut sich capers!'
"'Be gorra, there is, Jack; something sthrange entirely has got into it.
Wirra, man alive, what's to be done?'
"Jist as she spoke, the pot seemed to cut the buckle in prime style, and
afther a spring that 'ud shame a dancin'-masther, off flew the lid, and out
bounced the pudden itself, hoppin', as nimble as a pea on a drum-head, about the
floor. Jack blessed himself, and Katty crossed herself. Jack shouted, and Katty
screamed. 'In the name of goodness, keep your distance; no one here injured
"The pudden, however, made a set at him, and Jack lepped first on a chair and
then on the kitchen table to avoid it. It then danced towards Katty, who was now
repatin' her prayers at the top of her voice, while the cunnin' thief of a
pudden was hoppin' and jiggin' it round her, as if it was amused at her
"'If I could get the pitchfork,' said Jack, 'I'd dale wid it--by goxty I'd
thry its mettle.'
"'No, no,' shouted Katty, thinkin' there was a fairy in it; 'let us spake it
fair. Who knows what harm it might do? Aisy now,' said she to the pudden, 'aisy,
dear; don't harm honest people that never meant to offend you. It wasn't us--no,
in troth, it was ould Harry Connolly that bewitched you; pursue him if
you wish, but spare a woman like me; for, whisper, dear, I'm not in a condition
to be frightened--troth I'm not.'
'The pudden, bedad, seemed to take her at her word, and danced away from her
towards Jack, who, like the wife believin' there was a fairy in it, an' that
spakin' it fair was the best plan, thought he would give it a soft word as well
"'Plase your honour,' said Jack, 'she only spaiks the truth; an', upon my
voracity, we both feels much oblaiged to your honour for your quietness. Faith,
it's quite clear that if you weren't a gentlemanly pudden all out, you'd act otherwise. Ould
Harry, the rogue, is your mark; he's jist gone down the road there, and if you
go fast you'll overtake him. Be me song, your dancin' masther did his duty,
anyhow. Thank your honour! God speed you, an' may you never meet wid a parson or
alderman in your thravels!'
"Jist as Jack spoke the pudden appeared to take the hint, for it quietly
hopped out, and as the house was directly on the road-side, turned down towards
the bridge, the very way that ould Harry went. It was very natural, of coorse,
that Jack and Katty should go out to see how it intended to thravel; and, as the
day was Sunday, it was but natural, too, that a greater number of people than
usual were passin' the road. This was a fact; and when Jack and his wife were
seen followin' the pudden, the whole neighbourhood was soon up and afther
"'Jack Rafferty, what is it? Katty, ahagur, will you tell us what it
"'Why,' replied Katty, 'it's my big pudden that's bewitched, an' it's now hot
foot pursuin' ------;' here she stopped, not wishin' to mention her brother's
name--'some one or other that surely put pishrogues an
"This was enough; Jack, now seein' that he had assistance, found his courage
comin' back to him; so says he to Katty, 'Go home,' says he, an, lose no time in
makin' another pudden as good, an' here's Paddy Scanlan's wife, Bridget, says
she'll let you boil it on her fire, as you'll want our own to dress the rest o'
the dinner: and Paddy himself will lend me a pitchfork, for purshuin to the
morsel of that same pudden will escape till I let the wind out of it, now that
I've the neighbours to back an' support me,' says Jack.
"This was agreed to, and Katty went back to prepare a fresh pudden, while
Jack an' half the townland pursued the other wid spades, graips, pitchforks,
scythes, flails, and all possible description of instruments. On the pudden
went, however, at the rate of about six Irish miles an hour, an' sich a chase
never was seen. Catholics, Prodestants, an' Prosbytarians, were all afther
it, armed, as I said, an' bad end to the thing
but its own activity could save it. Here it made a hop, and there a prod was
made at it; but off it went, an' some one, as eager to get a slice at it on the
other side, got the prod instead of the pudden. Big Frank Farrell, the miler of
Ballyboulteen, got a prod backwards that brought a hullabaloo out of him you
might hear at the other end of the parish. One got a slice of a scythe, another
a whack of a flail, a third a rap of a spade that made him look nine ways at
"'Where is it goin'?' asked one. 'My life for you, it's on it's way to
Meeting. Three cheers for it if it turns to Camtaul.' 'Prod the sowl out of it,
if it's a Prodestan',' shouted the others; 'if it turns to the left, slice it
into pancakes. We'll have no Prodestan' puddens here.'
"Begad, by this time the people were on the point of beginnin' to have a
regular fight about it, when, very fortunately, it took a short turn down a
little by-lane that led towards the Methodist praichin-house, an' in an instant
all parties were in an uproar against it as a Methodist pudden. 'It's a
Wesleyan,' shouted several voices; 'an' by this an' by that, into a Methodist
chapel it won't put a foot today, or we'll lose a fall. Let the wind out of it.
Come boys, where's your pitchforks?'
"The divle purshuin to the one of them, however, ever could touch the
an' jist when they thought they had it up against the gavel of the Methodist
chapel, begad it gave them the slip, and hops over to the left, clane into the
river, and sails away before all their eyes as light as an egg-shell.
"Now, it so happened that a little below this place, the demesne-wall of
Colonel Bragshaw was built up to the very edge of the river on each side of its
banks; and so findin' there was a stop put to their pursuit of it; they went
home again, every man, woman, and child of them, puzzled to think what the
pudden was at all, what it meant, or where it was goin'! Had Jack Rafferty an'
his wife been willin' to, let out the opinion they held about Harry Connolly
bewitchin' it, there is no doubt of it but poor Harry might be badly trated
by the crowd, when their blood was up. They had sense enough, howandiver, to keep that to themselves, for Harry
bein' an' ould bachelor, was a
kind friend to the Raffertys. So, of coorse, there was all kinds of talk about
it--some guessin' this, and some guessin' that--one party sayin' the pudden was
of there side, another party denyin' it, an' insistin' it belonged to them, an'
"In the manetime, Katty Rafferty, for 'fraid the dinner might come short,
went home and made another pudden much about the same size as the one that had
escaped, and bringin' it over to their next neighbour, Paddy Scanlan's, it was
put into a pot and placed on the fire to boil, hopin' that it might be done in
time, espishilly as they were to have the ministher, who loved a warm slice of a
good pudden as well as e'er a gintleman in Europe.
"Anyhow, the day passed; Moll and Gusty were made man an' wife, an' no two
could be more lovin'. Their friends that had been asked to the widdin' were
saunterin' about in pleasant little groups till dinner-time, chattin' an'
laughin'; but, above all things, sthrivin' to account for the figaries of the
pudden; for, to tell the truth, its adventures had now gone through the whole
"Well, at any rate, dinner-time was dhrawin' near, and Paddy Scanlan was
sittin' comfortably wid his wife at the fire, the pudden boilen before their
eyes, when in walks Harry Connolly, in a flutter, shoutin'--'Blood an'
blunderbushes, what are yez here for?
"'Arra, why Harry--why, avick?' said Mrs. Scanlan.
"'Why,' said Harry, 'the sun's in the suds an' the moon in the high
Here's a clipstick comin' an, an' there you sit as unconsarned as if it was
about to rain mether! Go out both of you, an' look at the sun, I say, and ye'll
see the condition he's in--off!'
"'Ay, but, Harry, what's that rowled up in the tail of your
cothamore2 (big coat)?'
"'Out wid yez,' said Harry, 'an' pray against the clipstick--the sky's
"Begad, it was hard to say whether Paddy or the wife got out first, they were
so much alarmed by Harry's wild thin face an' piercin' eyes; so out they went to
see what was wondherful in the sky, an' kep' lookin' an' lookin' in every
direction, but not a thing was to be seen, barrin' the sun shinin' down wid
great good-humour, an' not a single cloud in the sky.
"Paddy an' the wife now came in laughin', to scould Harry, who, no doubt, was
a great wag in his way when he wished. 'Musha, bad scran to you, Harry------.'
They had time to say no more, howandiver, for, as they were goin' into the door,
they met him comin' out of it wid a reek of smoke out of his tail like a
"'Harry,' shouted Bridget, 'my sowl to glory, but the tail of your
cothamore's a-fire--you'll be burned. Don't you see the smoke that's out of
"'Cross yourselves three times,' said Harry, widout stoppin,' or even
behind him, 'for, as the prophecy says--Fill the pot, Eddy-----.' They could
hear no more, for Harry appeared to feel like a man that carried something a
great deal hotter than he wished, as anyone might see by the liveliness of his
motions, and the quare faces he was forced to make as he went along.
"'What the dickens is he carryin' in the skirts of his big coat?' asked
"'My sowl to happiness, but maybe he has stole the pudden,' said Bridget,
'for it's known that many a sthrange thing he does.'
"They immediately examined the pot, but found that the pudden was there as
safe as tuppence, an' this puzzled them the more, to think what it was he could
be carryin' about wid him in the manner he did. But little they knew what he had
done while they were sky-gazin!
"Well, anyhow, the day passed and the dinner was ready, an' no doubt but a
fine gatherin' there was to partake of it. The Prosbytarian ministher met the
Methodist praicher--a divilish stretcher of an appetite he had, in throth--on
their way to Jack Rafferty's, an' as he knew he could take the liberty,
why he insisted on his dinin' wid him; for, afther
all, begad, in thim times the clargy of all descriptions lived upon the best
footin' among one another, not all as one as now--but no matther. Well, they had
nearly finished their dinner, when Jack Rafferty himself axed Katty for the
pudden; but, jist as he spoke, in it came as big as a mess-pot.
"'Gintlemen,' said he, 'I hope none of you will refuse tastin' a bit of
Katty's pudden; I don't mane the dancin' one that tuck to its thravels today,
but a good solid fellow that she med since.'
"'To be sure we won't,' replied the priest; 'so, Jack, put a thrifle on them
three plates at your right hand, and send then, over here to the clargy, an'
maybe,' he said, laughin'--for he was a droll good-humoured man--'maybe, Jack,
we won't set you a proper example.'
"'Wid a heart an' a half, yer reverence an' gintlemen; in troth, it's not a
bad example ever any of you set us at the likes, or ever will set us, I'll go
bail. An' sure I only wish it was betther fare I had for you; but we're humble
people, gintlemen, and so you can't expect to meet here what you would in higher
"'Betther a male of herbs,' said the Methodist praicher, 'where pace
is------.' He had time to go no farther, however; for much to his amazement, the
priest and the ministher started up from the table jist as he was goin' to
swallow the first spoonful of the pudden, and before you could say Jack
Robinson, started away at a lively jig down the floor.
"At this moment a neighbour's son came runnin' in, an' tould them that the
parson was comin' to see the new-married couple, an' wish them all happiness;
an' the words were scarcely out of his mouth when he made his appearance. What
to think he knew not, when he saw the ministher footing it away at the rate of a
weddin'. He had very little time, however, to think; for, before he could sit
down, up starts the Methodist praicher, and clappin' his two fists in his sides
chimes in in great style along wid him.
"'Jack Rafferty,' says he-and, by the way, Jack was his tenant--'what the
dickens does all this mane?' says he; 'I'm amazed!'
"'The not a particle o' me can tell you,' says Jack; 'but will your reverence
jist taste a morsel o' pudden, merely that the young couple may boast that you
ait at their weddin'; for sure if you wouldn't, who would?'
"'Well,' says he, 'to gratify them I will; so just a morsel. But, Jack, this
bates Bannagher,' says he again, puttin' the spoonful o' pudden into his mouth,
'has there been dhrink here?'
"'Oh, the divle a spudh,' says Jack, 'for although there's plinty in
the house, faith, it appears the gintlemen wouldn't wait for it. Unless they
tuck it elsewhere, I can make nothin' of this.'
"He had scarcely spoken, when the parson, who was an active man, cut a caper
a yard high, an' you could bless yourself, the three clargy were hard at work
dancin', as if for a wager. Begad, it would be unpossible for me to tell you the
state the whole meetin' was in when they seen this. Some were hoarse wid laughin'; some turned up their eyes wid
wondher; many thought them mad, an'
others thought they had turned up their little fingers a thrifle too often.
"'Be gory, it's a burnin' shame,' said one, 'to see three black-mouth clargy
in sich a state at this early hour!' 'Thundher an' ounze, what's over them at
all?' says others; 'why, one would think they're bewitched. Holy Moses, look at
the caper the Methodist cuts! An' as for the Recther, who would think he could
handle his feet at such a rate! Be this an' be that, he cuts the buckle, and
does the threblin' step aiquil to Paddy Horaghan, the dancin'-masther himself?
An' see! Bad cess to the morsel of the parson that's not hard at Peace upon a
trancher, an' it of a Sunday too! Whirroo, gintlemen, the fun's in yez
afther all--whish! more power to yez!'
"The sorra's own fun they had, an' no wondher; but judge of what they felt,
when all at once they saw ould Jack Rafferty himself bouncin' in among
them, and footing it away like the best o'
them. Bedad, no play could come up to it, an' nothin, could be heard but laughin', shouts of encouragement, and
clappin' of hands like mad. Now the
minute Jack Rafferty left the chair where he had been carvin' the pudden, ould
Harry Connolly comes over and claps himself down in his place, in ordher to send
it round, of coorse; an' he was scarcely sated, when who should make his
appearance but Barney Hartigan, the piper. Barney, by the way, had been sent for
early in the day, but bein' from home when the message for him went, he couldn't
come any sooner.
"'Begorra,' said Barney, 'you're airly at the work, gintlemen! but what does
this mane? But, divle may care, yez; shan't want the music while there's a blast
in the pipes, anyhow!' So sayin' he gave them Jig Polthogue, an' after
that Kiss my Lady, in his best style.
"In the manetime the fun went on thick an' threefold, for it must be
remimbered that Harry, the ould knave, was at the pudden; an' maybe he didn't
sarve it about in double quick time too. The first he helped was the bride, and,
before you could say chopstick, she was at it hard an' fast before the Methodist
praicher, who gave a jolly spring before her that threw them into convulsions.
Harry liked this, and made up his mind soon to find partners for the rest; so he
accordianly sent the pudden about like lightnin'; an' to make a long story
short, barrin' the piper himself, there wasn't a pair o' heels in the house but
was as busy at the dancin' as if their lives depinded on it.
"'Barney,' says Harry, 'just taste a morsel o' this pudden; divle the such a
bully of a pudden ever you ett; here, your sowl! thry a snig of it--it's
"'To be sure I will,' says Barney. 'I'm not the boy to refuse a good thing;
but Harry, be quick, for you know my hands is engaged, an' it would be a
thousand pities not to keep them in music, an' they so well inclined. Thank you,
Harry; begad that is a famous pudden; but blood an' turnips, what's this
"The word was scarcely out of his mouth when he bounced up, pipes an' all, an
dashed into the middle of the party. 'Hurroo, your sowls, let us make a night of
it! The Ballyboulteen boys for ever! Go it, your reverence--turn your
partner--heel an' toe, ministher. Good! Well done again-Whish! Hurroo! Here's
for Ballyboulteen an' the sky over it! '
"Bad luck to the sich a set was seen together in this world, or will again, I
suppose. The worst, however, wasn't come yet, for jist as they were in the very
heat an' fury of the dance, what do you think comes hoppin' in among them but
another pudden, as nimble an' merry as the first! That was enough; they all had
heard of--the ministhers among the rest--an' most o' them had seen the other
pudden, and knew that there must be a fairy in it, sure enough. Well, as I said,
in it comes to the thick o' them; but the very appearance of it was enough. Off
the three clargy danced, and off the whole weddiners danced afther them, every
one makin' the best of their way home; but not a sowl of them able to break out
of step, if they were to be hanged for it. Throth it wouldn't lave a laugh in
you to see the parson dancin' down the road on his way home, and the ministher
and Methodist praicher cuttin' the buckle as they went along in the opposite
direction. To make short work of it, they all danced home at last, wid scarce a
puff of wind in them; the bride and bridegroom danced away to bed; an' now,
boys, come an' let us dance the Horo Lheig in the barn 'idout. But you
see, boys, before we go, an' in ordher that I may make everything plain, I had
as good tell you that Harry, in crossing the bridge of Ballyboulteen, a couple
of miles below Squire Bragshaw's demesne-wall, saw the pudden floatin' down the
river--the truth is he was waitin' for it; but be this as it may, he took it
out, for the wather had made it as clane as a new pin, and tuckin' it up in the
tail of his big coat, contrived, as you all guess, I suppose, to change it while
Paddy Scanlan an' the wife were examinin' the sky; an' for the other, he
contrived to bewitch it in the same manner, by gettin' a fairy to go into
it, for, indeed, it was purty well known that the same Harry was hand
an' glove wid the good people. Others will tell you that it was half a
pound of quicksilver he put into it; but that doesn't stand to raison. At any
rate, boys, I have tould you the adventures of the Mad Pudden of Ballyboulteen;
but I don't wish to tell you many other things about it that happened--for
fraid I'd tell a lie."4
1. Perhaps from Irish dilse--i.e., love.
2. Put it under fairy influence.
3. Irish, cÃ³ta mÃ³r.
4. Some will insist that a fairy-man or fairy-woman has the power to bewitch a pudding
by putting a fairy into it; whilst others maintain that a competent portion of
quicksilver will make it dance over half the parish.