Volume: CBÉ 0036 (Part 2)

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1. The Brídeog

   

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   We all met this night in oul Paddy Dunnes an Dhressed ourselves up in all soarts and sizes o' rags to go out with the brídeóg.
   Meself was done up in me mother's oul duds an' we were quare lookin' sight sure enough whin we were settin out and so we wor.
   We laid it out that everywan was to take the brídeóg to a different house. Just to stand at the dure and lane in the brídeóg like keepin a hould on it wid our lands like.
   So began we set off down the road. Mickey Doyle an he playin a tin whistle

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   History Edit

   Date

   1929

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script