More CELTIC FAIRY TALES
Jack the Cunning Thief
There was a poor farmer who had three sons, and on the same day the three
boys went to seek their fortune. The eldest two were sensible, industrious young
men ; the youngest never did much at home that was any use. He loved to be
setting snares for rabbits. And tracing hares in the snow, and inventing all
sorts of funny tricks to annoy people at first and then set them laughing.
The three parted at cross-roads, and Jack took the lonesomest. The day turned
out rainy, and he was wet and weary, you may depend, at nightfall, when he came
to a lonesome house a little off the road.
"What do you want?" said a blear-eyed old woman, that was sitting
at the fire.
"My supper and a bed to be sure," said he.
"You can't get it," said she.
"What's to hinder me?" said he.
"The owners of the house is," said she, "six honest men that
does be out mostly till three or four o'clock in the morning, and if they find
you here they'll skin you alive at the very least."
"Well, I think," said Jack, "that their very most couldn't be
much worse. Come, give me something out of the cupboard, for here I'll stay.
Skinning is not much worse than catching your death of cold in a ditch or under
a tree such a night as this."
Begonins she got afraid, and gave him a good supper; and when he was
going to bed he said if she let any of the six honest men disturb him when they
came home she'd sup sorrow for it. When he awoke in the morning, there were six
ugly-looking spalpeens standing round his bed. He leaned on his elbow, and
looked at them with great contempt.
"Who are you," said the chief "and what's your business?"
"My name," says he, "is Master Thief, and my business just now
is to find apprentices and workmen. If I find you any good, maybe I'll give you
a few lessons."
Bedad they were a little cowed, and says the head man, "Well, get up,
and after breakfast, we'll see who is to be the master, and who the
They were just done breakfast, when what should they see but a farmer driving
a fine large goat to market. "Will any of you," says Jack,"
undertake to steal that goat from the owner before he gets out of the wood, and
that without the smallest violence?"
"I couldn't do it," says one; and "I couldn't do it,"
"I'm your master," says Jack, "and I'll do it."
He slipped out went through the trees where there was a bend in the road, and
laid down his right brogue in the very middle of it. Then he ran on to another
bend, and laid down his left brogue and went and hid himself.
When the farmer sees the first brogue, he says to himself, "That would
be worth something if it had the fellow, but it is worth nothing by
He goes on till he comes to the second brogue.
"What a fool I was," says he, "not to pick up the other! I'll
go back for it."
So he tied the goat to a sapling in the hedge, and returned for the brogue.
But Jack, who was behind a tree had it already on his foot, and when the man was
beyond the bend he picked up the other and loosened the goat, and led him off
through the wood.
Ochone! the poor man couldn't find the first brogue, and when he came back
he couldn't find the second, nor neither his goat.
"Mule mollacht! " says he, "what will I do after
promising Johanna to buy her a shawl. I must only go and drive another beast to
the market unknownst. I'd never hear the last of it if Joan found out what a
fool I made of myself."
The thieves were in great admiration at Jack, and wanted him to tell them how
he had done the farmer, but he wouldn't tell them.
By-and-by, they see the poor man driving a fine fat wether the same way.
"Who'll steal that wether," says Jack, "before it's out of the
wood, and no roughness used?"
"I couldn't," says one; and "I couldn't," says another.
"I'll try," says Jack. "Give me a good rope."
The poor farmer was jogging along and thinking of his misfortune, when he
sees a man hanging from the bough of a tree. "Lord save us!" says
he, "the corpse wasn't there an hour ago." He went on about half a
quarter of a mile, and there was another corpse again hanging over the road.
" God between us and harm," said he, "am I in my right
senses?" There was another turn about the same distance, and just beyond it the
third corpse was hanging. ''Oh, murder!" said he; "I'm beside
myself. What would bring three hung men so near one another? I must be mad. I'll
go back and see if the others are there still."
He tied the wether to a sapling, and back he went. But when he was round the
bend, down came the corpse, and loosened the wether, and drove it home through
the wood to the robbers' house. You all may think how the poor farmer felt when
he could find no one dead or alive going or coming, nor his wether, nor the rope
that fastened him.
"Oh, misfortunate day! " cried he, "what'll Joan say to me
now? My morning gone, and the goat and wether lost I must sell something to make
the price of the shawl. Well, the fat bullock is in the nearest field. She won't
see me taking it."
Well, if the robbers were not surprised when Jack came into the bawn with the
wether! "If you do another trick like this," said the captain,
"I'll resign the command to you."
They soon saw the farmer going by again, driving a fat bullock this time.
"Who'll bring that fat bullock here," says Jack, "and use no
"I couldn't," says one; and "I couldn't," says another.
"I'll try," says Jack, and away he went into the wood.
The farmer was about the spot where he saw the first brogue, when he heard
the bleating of a goat off at his right in the wood.
He cocked his ears, and the next thing he heard was the maaing of a sheep.
"Blood alive!" says he, "maybe these are my own that I
lost." There was more bleating and more maaing.
"There they are as sure as a gun," says
he, and he tied his bullock
to a sapling that grew in the hedge, and away he went into the wood. When he got
near the place where the cries came from, he heard them a little before him, and
on he followed them. At last, when he was about half a mile from the spot where
he tied the beast, the cries stopped altogether. After searching and searching
till he was tired, he returned for his bullock; but there wasn't the ghost of a
bullock there, nor any where else that he searched.
This time, when the thieves saw Jack and his prize coming into the bawn, they
couldn't help shouting out, "Jack must be our chief." So there was
nothing but feasting and drinking hand to fist the rest of the day. Before they
went to bed, they showed Jack the cave where their money was hid, and all their
disguises in another cave, and swore obedience to him.
One morning, when they were at breakfast, about a week after, said they to
Jack, "Will you mind the house for us to-day while we are at the fair of
Mochurry? We hadn't a spree for ever so long you must get your turn whenever you
"Never say't twice," says Jack, and off they went.
After they were gone says Jack to the wicked housekeeper, "Do these
fellows ever make you a present?"
"Ah, catch them at it ! indeed, and they don't, purshuin to 'em."
"Well, come along with me, and I'll make you a rich
He took her to the treasure cave; and while she was in raptures, gazing at
the heaps of gold and silver, Jack filled his pockets as full as they
could hold, put more into a little bag, and walked out, locking the door on the
old hag, and leaving the key in the lock. He then put on a rich suit of clothes,
took the goat, and the wether, and the bullock, and drove them before him to the
Joan and her husband were at the door; and when they saw the animals, they
clapped their hands and laughed for joy.
"Do you know who owns them bastes, neighbours?"
"Maybe we don't! sure they're ours."
"I found them straying in the wood. Is that bag with ten guineas in it
that's hung round the goat's neck yours?"
"Faith, it isn't."
"Well, you may as well keep it for a Godsend; I don't want
"Heaven be in your road, good gentleman!"
Jack travelled on till he came to his father's house in the dusk of the
evening. He went in. "God save all here!"
"God save you kindly, sir!"
"Could I have a night's lodging here?"
"Oh, sir, our place isn't fit for the likes of a gentleman such as
"Oh, musha, don't you know your own son?"
Well, they opened their eyes, and it was only a strife to see who'd have him
in their arms first.
"But, Jack asthore, where did you get the fine clothes?"
"Oh, you may as well ask me where I got all that money?" said he,
emptying his pockets on the table.
Well, they got in a great fright, but when he told them his adventures, they
were easier in mind, and all went to bed in great content.
"Father," says Jack, next morning, "go over to the landlord,
and tell him I wish to be married to his daughter."
"Faith, I'm afraid he'd only set the dogs at me. If he asks me how you
made your money, what'll I say?"
"Tell him I am a master thief, and that there is no one equal to me in
the three kingdoms; that I am worth a thousand pounds, and all taken from the
biggest rogues unhanged. Speak to him when the young lady is by."
"It's a droll message you're sending me on. I'm afraid it won't end
The old man came back in two hours.
"Well, what news?"
"Droll news, enough. The lady didn't seem a bit unwilling I suppose it's
not the first time you spoke to her; and the squire laughed, and said you would
have to steal the goose off o' the spit in his kitchen next Sunday, and he'd see
"O! that won't be hard, any way."
Next Sunday, after the people came from early Mass, the squire and all his
people were in the kitchen, and the goose turning before the fire. The kitchen
door opened, and a miserable old beggar man with a big wallet on his back put in
"Would the mistress have anything for me when dinner is over, your
"To be sure. We have no room here for you just now; sit in the porch for
"God bless your honour's family, and yourself !"
Soon some one that was sitting near the window cried out, "Oh, sir,
there's a big hare scampering like the divil round the bawn. Will we run out and
"Pin a hare indeed! much chance you'd have; sit where you are."
That hare made his escape into the garden, but Jack that was in the beggar's
clothes soon let another out of the bag.
"Oh, master, there he is still pegging round. He can't make his escape:
let us have a chase. The hall door is locked on the inside, and Mr. Jack can't
"Stay quiet, I tell you."
In a few minutes he shouted out again that the hare was there still, but it
was the third that Jack was just after giving its liberty. Well, by the laws,
they couldn't be kept in any longer. Out pegged every mother's son of them, and
the squire after them.
"Will I turn the spit, your honour, while they're
catching the hareyeen?" says the beggar.
"Do, and don't let any one in for your life."
"Faith, an' I won't, you may depend on it."
The third hare got away after the others, and when they all came back from
the hunt, there was neither beggar nor goose in the kitchen.
"Purshuin' to you, Jack," says the landlord, "you've come
over me this time."
Well, while they were thinking of making out another dinner, a messenger came
from Jack's father to beg that the squire, and the mistress, and the young lady
would step across the fields, and take share of what God sent.
There was no dirty mean pride about the family, and they walked over, and got
a dinner with roast turkey, and roast beef, and their own roast goose ; and the
squire had like to burst his waistcoat with laughing at the trick, and Jack's
good clothes and good manners did not take away any liking the young lady had
for him already.
While they were taking their punch at the old oak table in the nice clean
little parlour with the sanded floor, says the squire, "You can't be sure
of my daughter, Jack, unless you steal away my six horses from under the six men
that will be watching them to-morrow night in the stable."
"I'll do more than that," says Jack, "for a pleasant look from
the young lady" ; and the young lady's cheeks turned as red as fire.
Monday night the six horses were in their stalls, and a man on every horse,
and a good glass of whisky under every man's waistcoat, and the door was left
wide open for Jack. They were merry enough for a long time, and joked and sung,
and were pitying the poor fellow. But the small hours crept on, and the whisky
lost its power, and they began to shiver and wish it was morning. A miserable
old colliach, with half a dozen bags round her, and a beard half an inch long on
her chin came to the door.
"Ah, then, tendher-hearted Christians," says she,
"would you let me in,
and allow me a wisp of straw in the corner; the life will be froze Out of me,
if you don't give me shelter."
Well, they didn't see any harm in that, and she made herself as snug as she
could, and they soon saw her pull Out a big black bottle, and take a sup. She
coughed and smacked her lips, and seemed a little more comfortable, and the men
couldn't take their eyes off her.
"Gorsoon," says she, "I'd offer you a drop of this, only you
might think it too free-making."
"Oh, hang all impedent pride," says one, "we'll take it, and
So she gave them the bottle, and they passed it round, and the last man had
the manners to leave half a glass in the bottom for the old woman. They all
thanked her, and said it was the best drop ever passed their tongue.
"In throth, agras," said she, "it's myself that's glad to show
how I value your kindness in giving me shelter; I'm not without another buideal
and you may pass it round while myself finishes what the dasent man left
Well, what they drank out of the other bottle only gave them a relish for
more, and by the time the last man got to the bottom, the first man was dead
asleep in the saddle, for the second bottle had a sleepy posset mixed with the
whisky. The beggar woman lifted each man down, and laid him in the manger, or
under the manger, snug and sausty, drew a stocking over every horse's hoof, and
led them away without any noise to one of Jack's father's out-houses. The first
thing the squire saw next morning was Jack riding up the avenue, and five horses
stepping after the one he rode.
"Confound you, Jack!" says he, "and confound the numskulls
that let you outwit them!"
He went out to the stable, and didn't the poor fellows look very lewd o'
themselves, when they could be woke up in earnest!
"After all," says the squire, when they were sitting at breakfast,
"it was no great thing to outwit such ninny-hammers. I'll be riding out on
the common from one to three today, and if you can outwit me of the beast I'll
be riding, I'll say you deserve to be my son-in-law."
"I'd do more than that," says Jack, "for the honour, if there
was no love at all in the matter," and the young lady held up her saucer
before her face.
Well, the squire kept riding about and riding about till he was tired, and no
sign of Jack. He was thinking of going home at last, when what should he see but
one of his servants running from the house as if he was mad.
"Oh masther, masther," says he, as far as he could
be heard, "fly home if you wish to see the poor mistress alive! I'm running for the
surgeon. She fell down two flights of stairs, and her neck, or her hips, or both
her arms are broke, and she's speechless, and it's a mercy if you find the
breath in her. Fly as fast as the baste will carry you."
"But hadn't you better take the horse? It's a mile and a half to the
"Oh, anything you like, master. Oh, Vuya, Vuya! misthress alanna,
that I should ever see the day! and your purty body disfigured as it is!"
"Here, stop your noise, and be off like wildfire! Oh, my darling, my
darling, isn't this a trial?"
He tore home like a fury, and wondered to see no stir outside, and when he
flew into the hall, and from that to the parlour, his wife and daughter that
were sewing at the table screeched out at the rush he made, and the wild look
that was on his face.
"Oh, my darling!" said he, when he could speak, "how's this?
Are you hurt? Didn't you fall down the stairs? What happened at all? Tell me!"
"Why, nothing at all happened, thank God, since you rode out; where did
you leave the horse?"
Well, no one could describe the state he was in for about a quarter of an
hour, between joy for his wife and anger with Jack, and sharoose for
being tricked. He saw the beast coming up the avenue, and a little gorsoon in
the saddle with his feet in the stirrup leathers. The servant didn't make his
appearance for a week ; but what did he care with Jack's ten golden guineas in
Jack didn't show his nose till next morning, and it was a queer reception he
"That was all foul play you gave," says the squire.
forgive you for the shock you gave me. But then I am so happy ever since, that I
think I'll give you only one trial more. If you will take away the sheet from
under my wife and myself to-night, the marriage may take place to-morrow."
"We'll try," says Jack, "but if you keep my bride from me any
longer, I'll steal her away if she was minded by fiery dragons."
When the squire and his wife were in bed, and the moon shining in through the
window, he saw a head rising over the sill to have a peep, and then bobbing down
"That's Jack," says the squire; "I'll astonish him a
bit," says the squire, pointing a gun at the lower pane.
"Oh Lord, my dear!" says the wife, "sure, you wouldn't shoot
the brave fellow?"
"Indeed, an' I wouldn't for a kingdom; there's nothing but powder in
Up went the head, bang went the gun, down dropped the body, and a great souse
was heard on the gravel walk.
"Oh, Lord," says the lady, "poor Jack is killed or disabled
"I hope not," says the squire, and down the stairs he ran. He never
minded to shut the door, but opened the gate and ran into the garden. His wife
heard his voice at the room door, before he could be under the window and back,
as she thought.
"Wife, wife," says he from the door, "the sheet, the sheet!
He is not killed, I hope, but he is bleeding like a pig. I must wipe it away as
well as I can, and get some one to carry him in with me." She pulled it off
the bed, and threw it to him. Down he ran like lightning, and he had hardly time
to be in the garden, when he was back, and this time he came back in his shirt,
as he went out.
"High hanging to you, Jack," says he, "for an arrant rogue!"
"Arrant rogue?" says she, "isn't the poor fellow all cut and
"I didn't much care if he was. What do you think was bobbing up and down
at the window, and sossed down so heavy on the walk? A man's clothes stuffed
with straw, and a couple of stones."
"And what did you want with the sheet just now, to wipe his blood if he
was only a man of straw?"
"Sheet, woman! I wanted no sheet."
"Well, whether you wanted it or not, I threw it to you, and you standing
outside o' the door."
"Oh, Jack, Jack, you terrible tinker!" says the squire,
"there's no use in striving with you. We must do without the sheet for one
night. We'll have the marriage tomorrow to get ourselves out of trouble."
So married they were, and Jack turned out a real good husband. And the squire
and his lady were never tired of praising their son-in-law, "Jack the