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1. Legend of Carrignagat (continued)

   

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   With yours was not in it. But now I must cease.
   Well the next night it came + quite dark was the same
   But Tim Sheahan himself was the Cock of the Game
   At twelve of the clock his heart gave a knock
   He took some poteen and marched straight to the rock
   And he entered the cave where the grey ferns wave
   And he bore himself cautious + steady + brave
   Till he came to the room, now the bright jewelled tomb
   Of the knight + his lady struck down in their bloom
   A pair of white cats lay awake on two mats
   And looking delighted as if they saw rats
   Then moving the length of their bright chains of gold
   Disclosed to Tim Sheahan the treasures untold
   That lay in the vault. You must pardon his fault
   If he stopped to demolish a cruiscin of malt
   Then he proceeded to pack the coin on his back
   And forth to the hall of the cats he came back
   Where bright jewels gleamed like the stars in the sky
   And he snatched at a pure diamond bit hanging high
   Then the cats sprang upon him and they tore out his eyes
   And the thunder rang out + the yell + the shout
   Was enough for to frighten poor Tim out + out
   And a bog-ranger passing next morning he found
   His half-lifeless body lying cold on the ground.
   Note
   Carrignagcat is believed to be somewhere in this County of Cork - so my informant says

   

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Michael J. O' Connor

   Gender

   Male

   Occupation

   Farmer

   Address

   Gortaneare, Co. Kerry