Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 1)

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   “I'm a great ould seanachaidhe, am I, well ta tell ye the thruth, girleen, it reminds me o' ould times when ye come in an' sit here...”

   

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   on the top o' her head, in the Middle o' the Owen More river, an' he tould him that the only way that they'd put her at ease, would be ta get acrowd o' men some Sunday, file the people id be at Mass, an ta lift it. Brian Hayden promised ta do so, so wan Sunday jusht is the Mass bell was ringin' he set off ta the river himsel an' a diver, an' acrowd o' the lads. The diver went down in the river an' tied arope round the anvil an' the lads on the bank pulled it up.
   O courche the news spread, even though there was every precaution taken ta keep it quiet, an' the nexht thing was the phriesht heard it. The phriesht it seems wastn't altogether in favour o' the say Brian Hayden worked the plan, I spose because, he himsel wastn't there anyway the nexht big news, that the long tongues o' the parish, was thryin' ta broadcasht, was that Brian was debarred from comin' near the chapel or attendin Mass.
   O courche it was the thruth, but Brian was a sensible man, an' he never said yis, aye or no ta wan word that was said about him, only moved about is cool is ever. The phriesht was nearly like the resht o' the people, he paid very little heed ta Brian, an' Brian jusht paid is little heed ta him. But anyways things war gettin abit

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   History Edit

   Date

   15 March 1938

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • John Gallivan