Volume: CBÉ 0460 (Part 1)

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1. A Tale about Cromwell (continued)

   

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   nobody here only myself. The soldiers of Cromwell couldn't understand her at all. She was speaking with such a cool air and seemed not the least afraid of any of 'em. She went back in wance more and returned to the window. But this time she had no child in her arms. Instead she had a hive of bees. It is wan of these hives that is made of straw and briars. She flung this out of the window in the direction of the soldiers, and of course the minute it touched the ground all the bees were disturbed and they came out of it in thousands and stung the horses and the soldiers unmercifully. When the woman had thrown out the hive of bees she returned in to the kitchen and came along with another hive of 'em, and she also flung this out in the window and she never stopped until she had five or six of the hives thrown out in the window. The soldiers after the first hive had been thrown out thought to pacify the horses, and

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   History Edit

   Date

   10 January 1938

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Gaelic script

   Informant

   • Seán Dake