Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 1)

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   “There was a man atin' his dinner in a hotel wan day...”

   

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   a few bites taken out o' it be that time, an' he was tearin' away at it, thryin ta get a few more when she sez agin ta him "Well how are ye enjoyin yer dinner now".
   He turned round on his chair, an' he looked up at her, an' this is fot he said
   "O God above look down wit grace
   Upon this leg of Mutton
   This day week twas nice an' sweet
   But today Be Cripes its rotten."

   

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   “Is I'm at it I might is well tell ye anether wan.”

   

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   Is I'm at it I might is well tell ye anether wan. There was a man livin down at Geevagh, Jamsie Owen they called him. He was supposhed ta have any weight o' money, but he seldom ever spent any o' it anyplace except in the public house, an' it seems that he had no friends ta be hoardin' it up for, for he spent it flaitheamhail enough there. When he died anyway there was nowan only the neighbours ta look afther the funeral arrangements. They got a local carpenther ta make a coffin for him but when it was made an all they didn't know fot age, an' I believe they didn't know the right name itself ta put on it. This ould man, a friend

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   History Edit

   Date

   4 March 1938

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • Micheal O'Tathanaigh