Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 1)
- Date
- 1938
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The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0485, Page 0076
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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...”
(continued from previous page)too thin for Brian, the phriest bein agin him, was more than he could put up wit, so wan day when he was out walkin' he met him. Well sez Brian to himsel, Imight is well catch the bull be the horns now is I have me chance." He walked up to the phriesht but the phriesht didn't pretend ta notice him. Brian washtnt ta be sthopped so aisy when he meant business so he jusht asked him politely, but all the same, [?] enough ta listhen to his sthory.
The phriesht did, an' Brian tould him the whole sthory about ould Corcoran, an' how it was him that tould him about Schanlon's wife, an' how he was at the preshent time in aloft over his own bedroom, an' sez Brian, an' him windin' up his sthory, if ye don't believe me I'lll bring Corcoran ta the chapel nexht Sunday for ye ta see him.
The phriesht agreed abright ta this, so the very nexht Sunday, when Mass was over, Brian called the phriest on [?] him ta look into acorner in the chapel. The phriesht did so an' sure enough there was ould Corcoran. The phriesht turned pale, when he saw him. "Take away that Spirit, sez he ta Brian, an' I'll say amass for the poor soul, an put him to resht. Take it from me, the phriesht never found any fault wit Brian Hayden ever afther, an' poor ould Corcoran never [?](continues on next page)