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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   there never was such a day before or since for sthorm, an’ thundher an’ rain, an’ the threes along the route o’ the funeral were split to the roots, two ould men wen made deaf wit the thunder, an’ the rain came in river down the reek. That was the end o the Buachaillin na Cnuicke, but is I said before, he cries, before any sad event that follows in Ireland. Well thats the end o’ our story tellin for tonight, an’ Ill jusht sing ye a sthave o’ a song that I ushed ta hear the ould people singin

   

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2. The Claragh Fort

   

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   The Claragh Fort
   I
   There’s a great fort thats called Clargh
   Near the cot where I was born
   With a dear old hath upon it
   Cart around with lamar[?] and thorn
   There the fairies play at midnight
   Disporting[?] on the green
   With fairy lights atwinkling
   Around the fairy king.
   II
   Sure no one ever sees them
   For the place is secret too
   When coming home from sambles[?],

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   Date

   15 March 1938

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • John Gallivan