Irish Gnome mythology Archives

Tradition / Region: Irish mythology
Alternate Names: Clúrachán, Clobhair-ceann, Cluracan, Cluracaun, Cluricaun, Cluricaune
Category: Gnome, Fairy

The Myth

The clurichaun is a solitary fairy who loves drink above all else. He haunts breweries, pubs, wine cellars, and any place where alcohol is stored, and once he chooses a household or cellar, he is extremely difficult to get rid of.

He appears as a tiny old man, often no taller than a foot, with a red and weathered face, twinkling eyes, and a nose stained purple from constant drinking. He usually wears red—most often a red nightcap—along with fine little shoes fastened by silver buckles. Though small, his presence is loud and unmistakable: laughter, singing, banging, and drunken mischief echo wherever he settles.

At night, the clurichaun drinks whatever he can find. He rides atop wine casks like a king on a throne, draining barrels and singing merrily to himself. Servants who are careless suffer his wrath. If a tap is left running, he may wedge his own body into the barrel to stop the flow, waiting patiently until someone comes. But if he is neglected, insulted, or denied food or drink, his temper turns vicious. He pulls people from their beds, throws them down stairs, or beats them black and blue in fits of drunken fury.

Despite this, the clurichaun is not purely malicious. If treated well, he becomes fiercely loyal. He guards the cellar, protects the household’s property, and punishes dishonest servants who steal wine. Many families learned to leave him food and drink each night, fearing his anger more than his appetite.

Some tales say the clurichaun can slip through keyholes, ride through the air on reeds like a witch on a broom, or turn bog rushes into horses for midnight journeys. Others tell of unlucky men who refused to pay him for a drink and were forced into years of service, freed only by calling upon divine blessing.

Like his close cousin the leprechaun, the clurichaun is bound to place rather than people. If a household tries to flee him by moving away, he simply comes along, laughing from inside the new cellar. Once he chooses his haunt, he stays—drinking, singing, guarding, and tormenting—until the wine runs dry or the house falls to ruin.

The clurichaun is thus remembered as a spirit of excess and contradiction: drunken and dangerous, yet protective; cruel when offended, yet loyal when respected—a reminder that hospitality, once given to the unseen, must never be withdrawn.

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Sources

Wikipedia contributors. (n.d.). Clurichaun. In Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia, from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clurichaun

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Tradition / Region: Irish mythology
Alternate Names: Fear Dearg, Red Man, Rat Boys
Category: Gnome

The Myth

The far darrig is one of the darker little folk of Ireland, a solitary fairy feared not for strength, but for cruelty and laughter. He is known as the Red Man, for he appears dressed in a red coat and cap, a bright color that makes his presence unmistakable when he chooses to be seen.

Unlike fairies who help or bargain, the far darrig lives for practical jokes, and his humor is often grim. He delights in frightening people, humiliating them, or leading them into situations that end in terror or shame. His favorite victims are the helpless and the unsuspecting, and his tricks often carry lasting consequences.

One of the most dreaded acts attributed to the far darrig is the exchange of infants. He is said to steal human babies from their cradles and replace them with changelings—sickly, unnatural beings that cry endlessly and never thrive. Families who suffered such losses believed the far darrig had passed through their home unseen, laughing as he worked.

In some tales, the far darrig is linked to nightmares. He presses upon sleepers, twists their dreams, and fills their sleep with fear. People who wake in terror, unable to move or speak, were sometimes said to have been visited by him in the night.

Though small, ugly, and misshapen—sometimes described as squat and heavy with a snout-like face and a thin tail—the far darrig is never harmless. He belongs to the same shadowy company as the leprechaun and the clurichaun, but where they mock and tease, the far darrig torments. His laughter is not playful; it is a warning that mischief, once invited, can turn cruel.