School: Mágh Rua (B.) (roll number 5880)

Location:
Moroe, Co. Limerick
Teacher:
John Maher
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    thing moving at the side of the road. We both ran for our lives. A man met us on the way and he asked us what we were running for. We told him our story and he asked us to go back with him. After a while we gotcourage and we went and what wasit but a white ass. We were very much ashamed of ourselves and after that we could never be frightened by anything again.
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    Language
    English
    Collector
    Nial Sheehan
    Gender
    Male
    Address
    Ballyvorheen, Co. Limerick
    Informant
    John Sheehan
    Relation
    Parent
    Gender
    Male
    Age
    60
    Address
    Ballyvorheen, Co. Limerick
  3. Long ago there lived a man by the name of Tim Withoutfear. One day he went travelling in the country and night was falling when he was coming home. He went into a cottage and asked for the night lodging. The woman of the house welcomed him and gave him his supper. When he had it eaten he thanked her and they both sat down at the fire and told stories. Here is one of them that the woman told. She had a little cow out in a little field and every night the grass used to be cut. Tim said he'd go out that night and see what was the matter. He then went out and sat on the ditch. He was
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