Volume: CBÉ 0481 (Part 1)

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1. A Tale of '98 (continued)

   

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   "Patrick Furlong" he said, "You are a fine type of an Irishman. You love your country well. But remember you can do more for your country than you are doing." "And how can I do it" said Patrick. "Well" said the little man "You are neglecting your work and your snug little farm. There is no hope of Freedom for Ireland in your day. We, the little men of the glens and Raths of Ireland are destined to guard your land till Freedom comes and it must be total freedom from Coast to Coast, North, South, East, and West."
   "When that day arrives we rejoice as our deliverance is at hand. Patrick Furlong go home work your farm and dream less about freedom for as I said neither you nor your children will ever dwell in a fee Ireland. That day is far distant for

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   History Edit

   Date

   April 1938

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • Nicholas Moore