School: Gleannach (Glenough) (roll number 8224)

Location:
Glenough Lower, Co. Tipperary
Teacher:
Bean Uí Bhreasail
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    There was a man living in Hollyford and one morning he went for the cows he saw a man walking though the field towards the cows.

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    As an Irish man was going along a valley he fell into a cave and there was a black man living in it.

    93. As an Irish man was going along a valley he fell into a cave and there was a black man living in it. He said to him "You are in hell now and you must stay in it. "The Irish man said. "I will give you all I have if you will let me out." The Irish man gave him a herring and a bottle of porter and he let him out. When he was coming home he met a priest and he saying. "out of hell there is no redemption." The Irish man said it is a lie Father I got out for a herring and a bottle of porter.
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    My Father was a brick layer's daughter.

    94. My Father was a brick layer's daughter
    He worked in a baker's shop.
    He went up the bucket with a ladder of bricks.
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