Volume: CBÉ 0463 (Part 1)
- Date
- 1937–1938
- Collector
- Location
Archival Reference
The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0463, Page 0073
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“There was a man livin' down near Rhivershtown at wan time, an' at that time Hurlin' was a great game in Irealnd, an' this man was a noted hurler too.”
(continued from previous page)o people there before them, an' when they saw the hurlers comin' they cheered them an' gave them a great welcome, an' very soon the fella found that the mosht o the crowd was round himsel
They stharted ta prepare a big feasht then, an' there was all kinds o' grand food laid out on the table for the team, the fella who was jusht sittin down to a food feed, when who aught ta come along an' sthan beside him, but his own sisther that had died a short time before that, an' sey she to him, "No matther how hungry y'ar, don't ear any food tonight. The fella o' courche got the surprise o' his life, but he promished at anyrate ta do is she tould him, so no matther fot was put before him, he wouldn't ate it.
The team didn't know fot ta make o' him, but they said that they wouldn't let him go home without some payment, so they said that they would give him a wish, an' that he'd get it no matther fot it was. The fella pointed to his sisther. "Give her back to me" sey he. "Alright" sey they an' they did, an' they fella never went home, half is satisfied from a match, is he did that night, an' there was great rejoice in his house when himsel an' his sisther lauded in. [?](continues on next page)