He has got into Lob's pound or pond. (That is, into the fairies' pinfold. Keightley's "Fairy Mythology.") Pinch like a fairy. ("Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and shins." "Merry Wives of Windsor.") To be fairy-struck. (The paralysis is, or rather perhaps was, so called. Keightley's "Fairy Mythology.") There has never been a merry world since the Phynoderee lost his ground. [A Manx fairy saying. See Train's "Isle of Man," ii. p. 148. "Popular Rhymes of the Isle of Man," pp. 16, 17.] To be pixey-led. Led astray by fairies or goblins. "When a man has got a wee drap ower muckle whuskey, misses his way home, and gets miles out of his direct course, he tells a tale of excuse and whiles lays the blame on the innocent pixies" (see Keightley's "Fairy Mythology"). Also recalling Feufollet, or the Will o' the Wisp, and the traveller who "thro' bog and bush Was lantern-led by Friar Rush." Gypsies have from their out of doors life much familiarity with these "spirits" whom they call mullo dudia, or mullo doods, i.e., dead or ghost lights. For an account of the adventure of a gypsy with them, see "The English Gypsies and their Language," by C. G. Leland. London: Trübner & Co. "Pyxie-led is to be in a maze, to be bewildered as if led out of the way by hobgoblins or puck, or one of the fairies. The cure is to turn one of your garments the inside outward; some say that is for a woman to turn her cap inside outward, and for a man to do the same with some of his clothes" (MS. "Devon Glimpses"--Halliwell). "Thee pixie-led in Popish piety" (Clobery's "Divine Glimpses," 1659). The fairies' lanthorn. That is the glow-worm. In America a popular story represents an Irishman as believing that a fire-fly was a mosquito "sakin' his prey wid a lanthorn." God speed you, gentlemen! "When an Irish peasant sees a cloud of dust sweeping along the road, he raises his hat and utters this blessing in behoof of ye company of invisible fairies who, as he believes, caused it" ("Fairy Mythology"). The Phooka have dirtied the blackberries. Said when the fruit of the blackberry is spoiled through age or covered with dust at the end of the season. In the North of England we say "the devil has set his foot on the Bumble-Kites" ("Denham Tract"). Fairy, fairy, bake me a bannock and roast me a collop, And I'll give ye a spintle off my god end. "This is spoken three times by the Clydesdale peasant when ploughing, because he believes that on getting to the end of the fourth furrow those good things will be found spread out on the grass" (Chambers' "Popular Rhymes, Scotland," 3rd ed. p. 106). Turn your clokes (i.e., coats), For fairy folkes Are in old oakes.