Volume: CBÉ 0463 (Part 1)

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   “I heard this sthory from an ould thraveller wan night that I wasa ramblin' below in me namesake's house at the coach-road.”

   

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   I heard this sthory from an ould thraveller wan night that I was ramblin' below in me namesake's house at the coach road. It was agreat house then for every class o' thravellers, heir' on the main line between Dublin, an' Sligo, an' there was never anyone refreshed a night' lodgin, no matther who or fot kind they war that asked for it.
   Well this night we had all gethered in for a ramble, an' this ould fella happened ta be there before us an' I sposethe mosht passtime we had themtimes was tellin sthories an' when we war all tired tellin' our own yarns, we asked the ould thraveller ta spin a good wan for us, an' damn but he did, an' without much coaxin' either
   The sthory was about asoldier, an a sailor, wan who deserted from the army, an t'other from the Navy an o'
   courche they was bein pursued for punishment for desertin' the navy, a sailor might very likely be shot, afther havin' every pick o' skin on his back flitthered an' torn wit 'the cat o' nine tails. So ye see both o' them was fleein' for their dear lives, an is, is
   often the way in acase like that if both o'them didn't happen to come together someway, an they continued their journey together for abit, an' from wan thing to another, if each

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   History Edit

   Date

   3 January 1938

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • Seán P. Breathnach