School: Cill Thiomáin, Durrus, Bantry (roll number 15989)

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Kilcomane, Co. Cork
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Máiréad Ní Mhathúna
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  2. There lived a woman long ago by the name of Mrs. Sullivan. One night her healthy boy had been exchanged by "fairies theft" and a fairy child put in its place. He never stopped squalling and crying and its face withered and its body wasted away, but still it had a strong resemblance to her own boy.
    She therefore could not find it in her heart to roast it alive on the gridle, or to burn its nose off with the red-tongs or to throw it out in the snow.
    One day who should Mrs Sullivan meet but a cunning woman by the name of Ellen Leah,,
    "You're in grief this morning, Mrs Sullivan were the words of Ellen Leah to her.
    "You may say that Ellen," and good cause I have to be in grief for my own fine child was whipped off from me out of his cradle without as much as ask your pardon," and an ugly downy fairy put in his place ; no wonder then that you see me in grief, Ellen, "Small blame to you Mrs. Sullivan" said Ellen. "Will you take an old
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