School: Baile na Martra (B.) (roll number 13647)

Location:
Castlemartyr, Co. Cork
Teacher:
Seán de Barra
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    Topics
    1. genre
      1. verbal arts (~1,483)
        1. jokes (~6,086)
    2. agents (~1)
      1. supernatural and legendary beings (~14,864)
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Master S. Doolan
    Gender
    Male
    Address
    Castlemartyr, Co. Cork
    Informant
    Mr J. Garde
    Gender
    Male
    Age
    55
    Occupation
    Shopkeeper
    Address
    Castlemartyr, Co. Cork
  2. A fairy lived in a small wood long ago. It was full of wild animals. There were very poor people living in the wood. The fairy came up one day to a poor man and gave him a grand pony to draw sticks. He took the pony to the wood and when he was filling the sticks the pony began to talk to him. He ran away because he got so frightened.
    The pony said to him "Dont run away from me for I shall make you rich." The man began to talk to the pony. "Come up on my back" said the pony "and under my mane you will find a gold whip." The man did as the pony told him. "You can go down to Mr. Perry Winkle to the strand and he will buy the whip from you." Away he went and Mr. Perry Winkle was delighted
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