Volume: CBÉ 0481 (Part 1)

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1. A Good Sportsman (continued)

   

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   by the name of Furlong who lived in Oldcourt, near Adamstown; he came to buy a horse off him.
   Himself and Furlong went out to have a look at the horse, and, of course, Furlong was looking a great price on him.
   "Yerra," says this man, "that horse is no good. He wouldn't race a pig."
   "I bet you ten pounds," says Furlong, "that he will race a pig."
   This fellow being such a great sportsman he had to take the bet. So they fixed the day for the race between the pig and the horse.
   The sportsman went home and he was trying to make out how he'd work him. Begob he had a fine slip of a pig, a fine long lanky fellow and begob he said he'd try and train him.
   He brought the pig out in the field and he got a bucket and went about fifty yards away. He started to rattle the bucket and begob the pig came tearing up to him. He did

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   History Edit

   Date

   April 1938

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

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