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   “There is a big field down in Pollfur called Chapel Park...”

   

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   trees in the middle of the rath and he got them cut down and the roots taken up, and all the old mounds of clay levelled. He then ploughed the whole field rath and all.
   The evening he had the whole field finished off, two birds flew into his yard with their feathers turned the wrong way. They came every evening for seven evenings , and then stayed away altogether. From that day out the man who owned the rath had no luck. Everything went again him. One morning he would find a horse dead, another morning a cow, the next morning a couple of pigs. So he said to himself when he saw himself going down that it was very unlucky to have anything to do with anything that belongs to the

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   History Edit

   Date

   1935

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • Mrs Kennedy