School: Cúl an Dasain (Cooladawson) (roll number 1620)
- Location:
- Cooladawson, Co. Donegal
- Teacher: Pádraig Mag Uidhir
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 1100, Page 17
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- (continued from previous page)"The pack's too short by twa guid span, (?)
And what'll we do" cried he
Says she "Yere a dotin' unthinkin' man;
We'll cut him off at the knees"
They shortened the corp and they packed him tight
Wi' his legs in a pickle o' hay,
And over the burn in the bright moonlight
They carried him to you brae
They shovelled a hole right speedily,
And laid him on his back,
"A right guid pair ye are quo' he
Sittin' bolt upright in the pack"
"Ye think ye've laid me snugly here
Where none will know my station,
But I'll haunt ye far, and I'll haunt ye near
Father and son wi' terror and fear,
To the nineteenth generation."
They sat all alone the very next night
When the dog began to cowl,
And they knew by the pale blue fire light
That the evil one had powe.(continues on next page)
