The butler told Jack to be very kind to the brown horse, as he might help him in many ways. Jack turned out to be a very ernest worker and the butler got very fond of him.
A grand lady used to visit the palace fairly often, and talk went around that herself and the king were going to be married. The talk went on for some time and at last the king did ask her to marry him. She told him she would marry him if he got for her the golden urn that her father had given as a present to some king in a foreign country. She told him also that it was very hard to get it, as the gates of the palace were guarded by soldiers night and day, and there were

On the evening of the second day he came to the gates of a king's palace. He wondered whether he would go up and look for work with the king or not, but at last he plucked up courage and went up. He knocked at the door and was let in by the butler. He asked the butler could he get work with the king by any chance. The butler told him that he was the boss and had to do with the hiring of the men. He told Jack he would take him and give him a trial. So Jack started to work. He spent the most of his time working in the stables, as the king had some very famous horses. One of them was the most famous horse in Ireland at the time, called the brown horse.

There was a woman one time lived in bo Wescford. She had one son, whose name was Jack. When he was twenty-one years of age he told his mother he would go and seek his fortune. His mother fought against him, and told him she didn't want him to go at all. Jack wasn't satisfied but told his mother it was his ambition to make enough money for himself and his mother. All the poor mother said to him was no use, so she made a cake for Jack and bid him goobye and he started out on his journey.
He travelled for a couple of days, he used to get his breakfast in this house and dinner in another, and so on.

I was born in the year 1853. my grandfather and father owned land around the town of Castlerea. They also kept a cleaned house in Main Street, Castlerea in which they lived. My Father was a Baker by trade, and worked as Baker during the year of famine in the workhouse at Castelerea. Co Dunmore. My father had five assistants. They baked one a half ton of flour each week.
The workhouse in Castelerea was a very large, three story building and was from top to bottom filled with starving people. I, myself , have a clear recollection of the years after the famine and the Fenians, the shooting of Y-- etc. I could fill

before a Court of Inquiry. Franceis Ward was called upon to give an account of all his movements during the day and night of Sunday, the date of said.
Ward, calm and collected gave an account of himself. He attended the 12 o clock, noon, man in the chapel in Dunmore. After hearing man he returned to his fathers' house where he had dinner in the company of his parents brothers and sisters_ After dinner he walked around his father's farm, saw the cow, sheep and ass, then went to see the crops, oats, turnips, and potatoes on his father's farm etc_ The presiding magistrate. "You are contradicting yourself," said the presiding magistrate, addressing Ward. "You have already stated you visited you

threathened his beloved Maryanne (his gun) on his youthful tormentors, as a result __ the Sergeant of the R.I.C. in the Barrack at Williamstown raided the old man's house and took away his beloved Maryanne to the barrack (for safety to the general public)
At such conduct on the part of the Sergeant, the old fenian became furious and reported the Sergeant to Dublin Castle. The Sergeant was obliged to make a full report on the case to his Authorities. In the local Doctor, an intimate friend of John Dillon's M.P. the old man found a friend, but when death claimed that friend the fenian had no regard for his successor, who was youthful in years. Spring and Summer had gone __ Winter was advancing ___ So was Old age creeping on __ but the 'Last Rose of Summer', kept blooming, When again the hawthorns commenced to bud and Noneens, (the field daisy) appeared above the ground, the lonely old man took

ill. Our Local Doctor made all arrangements with the Mater Hospital, Dublin to receive him under the care of the well known Dublin Specialist, Sir Arthur Chance. He gathered his little ravellings (his money_ into a red cotton purse which he carefully concealed in the linings of his faded frieze coat - a coat which had protected him from the cold and heat of fifteen Winters and Summers in succession.
Kind neighbours came to his house to bid him "Good bye" before he started on his journey to Dublin. Noticing a few youngsters loitering around, anxious to have a last peep at the 'Old Fenian'. He became alert, stood erect, and in a threatening mood shook his fist at them." "Just wait until I return from Hospital and see, if I don't take every mothers son of ye into Court. Ye black guards

a threat which caused amusement.

Alias - The Last Rose of Summer.In my young days, there were, a number of Fenians living in the Parish of Williamstown.
One by one death claimed them, they were regretted and their memory respected. At last we found we had only one of their numbers left and the youngsters called him 'The last Rose of Summer'. This old man posed as a Great Leader and Patriot, as great, as the Great James Stephens, himself. And like James Stephens, Old age had brought the 'Last Rose of Summer' no disillusionment. To be addressed, as a Rose left blooming alone', was too much for him, consequently, he frequently

I was coming home wan night from a card school. 'Twas a very dark night and Twas late.
It used to be a great pastime in them times card playing. There used to be little cardsheds here and there about the countryside. There is one of these sheds yet in Brownscastle and another in Harperstown, The boys turn in there of a Sunday evening, and every night and play away. Well as I was coming along the road what did I stumble into but a big hairy ass. "Begod," says I, 'tis the devil surely"

Long ago in the Harvest there was a great mower going about here. His name was Pat Hanley.
He used have a girl with him. Half a crown a day he used to charge. He used to mow, and she used to take out after him. They used to do grand clean work. He would mow down an acre of corn every day.

There was a fellow living in Bulgan his name was Peter Codd. He was very fond of card-playing. He'd stay all night at it if he got anyone to stay with him. He played cards all night of a Saturday night. Next morning at the middle of mass he shouted out "deal 'em again." He was in a dose of sleep.
After that he went by the name of "Deal 'em again". When they'd see him coming along they'd say: "Oh here's 'Deal 'em again' coming"

There used to be terrible dancing and sport, and often fighting to at the bonfires here.
Kegs of porter used be there, and all the crowd would get full, and it would finish up in a fight There was a bonfire at the Cross of Wilkamstown wan night and two fellows had a falling out, and they fought like dogs, and wan fellow brought the ear clear out of the other fellow's head with his teeth and spit it out of his mouth

On a Sunday evening about six o'clock about fifty boys and girls used to gather at the cross of Lomcoole and dance away until dark on the road. They had fiddlers to play for 'em. "Twas twice as safe for girls to be out that time
There was a right dancing masters going around then. His name was Johnny Redmond. They had no sets, but all trebles and singles. Four used to get out dancing a jig, two girls and two boys.

handed him out every penny the had saved. When the husband came back and saw what she was after doing he had like to kill her.
"What be damned are you after doing" he says "Didn't you tell me to put up every penny for Hard Times, and to-day he came to the door and I gave ti to him." He had to be satisfied. There was no woe in crying after spilt milk.

There was an ould couple there won time. They had no family. The man was an awful miser. He was very "near" entirely, and the wife had a very had time with him. She used have half enough to eat. Every time the man would get money he used give it to the wife and say, "put that up now for the "hard times". He used say that every time he'd give her any money, "put that up for the "hard times"
This day, anyway, a poor man came to the door looking alms. He asked her for something. "Oh we have nothing for you" says she "God help us ma'm, Hard Times" says the poor man "Oh" says she, "and are you "Hard Times" I have been putting this money up for you for the past twenty years so then this for you"; and she

We headed for the Mongawn we took there that night
The fleas were very busy, they were the boys could bite They had talk as sharp as lances and tails I dont know what And some steel-grey devils there that night so big as any rat I happened on Sam Cooker at the Cross of Stoneen Ráz He had more rabbits on his back than O'Malley's lorry could draw He also had a ferret that he got in Knockaroon And he said that he would put him in the moment he got home Then we headed for Taghmon, a place you all know well And we stopped again Jack Kelly's Forge near the Chapel Street Hotel That place has since been burned down I'm sorry to relate

A cure for corns- Steep ivy leaves in vinegar for a few days, then place the leaf over the corn. Keep [?] them until the corn is drawn out.

Dan O'Connell had a son called Morris, and he was a famous duelist, he could always hit his mark, no matter how he fired.
He got a sate in Parliament the same time his father an the [?] to be in the House o' Commons together. Dan was makin' a speech wan day, an it seems the other members o' parliament didn't care alot about it for they was continually coughin' an scrapin' their feet, an [?] to interupt him every way they could. Things was goin from bad to worse anyway, an Dan was beginnin' to find it abit hard to make his speech even though it took agood dale to put him off what he was sayin, when the next thing was his son Morris stoop up an' he laid his pistol on the table, an' say he "the first man that interrupts let him be prepared to fight me" If it was [?] he shot every man in the House dead at that minit, there couldn't be greater silence.

There was a man coming home wan night from a card school, and he had a deck of cards in his pocket. As he was going along he felt the thing plucking at the side of his coat where the cards were.
He got so much afraid in the end that he caught the deck of cards and threw them away. Next morning the cards were found in the same spot and they all gathered up, and all of hearts on top.

wide path. Well, as I was going along I thought I saw something like a harrow on the path, so I stepped out to avoid it, and walk around it. As soon as I stepped off the path I remembered no more. When I woke up or came to myself, I had me finger caught in a gate and I was at the church of Ballamore three miles from home.
Well, I was crippled. I had to walk that way (two hands on the knees) all the way home. And I spent two days in the bed over it.

I often heard tell of Jack the Lantern and Will o'the Wisp.
I was put astray wan night meeself coming home. I was coming from Tomhaggard wan night, and I was coming through a field called the Black Park. There was a pathway through the fields there, and in olden times they used to take corpses across there. Twas a great short cut you know. 'Twas a fairy

There were to men standing at the Cross of Bolgan, near Glynn, wan night, and the heard the dead coach coming. They kept in in the dikes to let it pass.
'Twas a dead kind of noise. It cut in at a corner there and went across the land towards the graveyard.

The nickname they had on him was Father Dod. When Sutton saw him coming into the yard the first day he says:
'Twas on the sixth of April I was scraping up the dung I see the antichrist coming I knew I was undone I knelt beside the dung heap, and offered up a prayer to God To send him back to Margaret, he's the Rev. Adam Dod.

There was another ould fellow by the name of Sutton and he was a devil at the rhymes. He was changing wan time from Bannon to Tomhaggard. He was going to live there. When they were passing through Baldwinstown there were people at every door watching and making fun of him.
"As i went down through Belwinstown Where there was neither church nor steeple In every door there stood a whore To laugh at dacent people"Another time some one asked him how was the family, and where they were, and so on. Well says he: (daughters) "I have two heifers in Bannow (son) A Bullock in Mountpill (wife) The ould Cow is in Rathnaden (himself) And the Bull he's in Springhill" Sutton was workign at Hayes' of Streamville want time, at farm work. HE was no good after horses or anythign like that. Anyway Hayes employed anotehr man wan day by the name of Ned Fitz', a great latin

There was a man one time lived in Wexford by the name of Jackie Murphy. He was neither a Catholic nor a Protestant. In fact he had no religion. He lived to be an old man. Although he had no religion there was never any harm in him. He was always fond of fun.
When he was dying he sent for the priest. Everybody wondered why he did it. The priest came and prayed over him and prepared him for the next world, and told him to be contented and die happy as St Joseph or Our Lord did. "Begor" says Jackie "I don't know about that." He called for the servant girl and told her to send for the Minister quickly. The priest told him he didnt want the Minister at all. "O wait now until you see"

says Jackie.
It was not long until the Minister arrived and he prayed over Jackie for some time, and then he told him not to worry as he was prepared for his journey. The priest was standing at one side of the bed and the minister at the other. "Now" says Jackie "I am dying exactly as Our Lord died, between two thieves"

that was the bargain. He said he wouldn't marry the princess unless she released all the other fellows that were condemned to be hanged. She consented and they were released. Then they got married and they lived happy ever after.

whole yard of great black dogs, and each of them had a pair of red eyes.
There is another story of a man that used to hear the dead coach pass by his window almost every night, and he used always be looking out to try and see it, but he never could, although he could hear the sound of the horses quite plain. One night he looked out and whatever he saw he wouldn't say a word about it, and his two eyes (God bless the mark) went crooked in his head, and remained that way until he died. There was a priest, Father Lyng of Pollfur, and he was at a great dinner party at Cannon Doyle's of Ramsgrange. Her drove from Pollfur to Ramsgrange in an inside car, and he had a man

driving him by the name of John Devereuse. Cannon Doyle was a great man for writing letters in the papers, and when the dinner party was over it was nearly twelve o clock at night, he told Father Lyng to wait a few minutes as he wanted to write a letter. Father Lyng waited and when it was written, John Devereuse and himself started for Pollfur. When they were coming near the cross of Batterstown, John Devereuse heard great noise. The priest heard it too, and told John to pull in a bit, and let the car pass. A great coach passed them, and the strangest part of it all was the four horses that were drawing the coach had no heads on them.
John Devereuse got an awful fright, and he asked the priest what in the name of God was that.

"That" says Father Lyng to him "is the headless coach and the devil driving it"
There is another story told by two young fellows named Nick Roche and John Cullen who live in Lambstown. They were out walking one night and when the came to Bulgan they heard a great noise behind them, coming up quite close to them, but on looking around they could see nothing. The next time they heard the noise right in front of them, but on looking they couldn't see anything. There is a woman named Mary Anne Murray who lives in Bulgan says she saw the dead coach in the middle of the day. It was coming along towards the cross of Bulgan from Wexford. She saw the four horses and the

driver, and everything about the whole affair was black. She made a lot of inquiries but no one else saw the coach that day only herself.I got the first story from Paddy Roche of Wilkenstown. I got the next three from Mrs. Kennedy of Carrigbyrne, She is about sixty years of age. I heard the rest of them from Nicholas Roche of Lambstown.
]I heard a lot of stories about the dead coach long ago, and I must try and see if I can get a few of them now. The dead coach was heard in a lot of places in the County of Wexford.

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walking down in the direction of the rath. There was a certain man some years ago owned the field in which the rath is, and was going to plough it. He intended ploughing the rath as well, but before he did so he went and asked the advice of the priest. The priest told him not to have anything to do with the rath, as he would never have any luck. So he took the priest's advice and didn't meddle with the rath.
I got this tale from Eddie Coady Wilkenstown, Whitechurch aged 95 years, and he also told me that there was a blessed well not very far away from the rath called Our Lady's well, It was a great well for curing diseased of all kinds, and there were crutches and other articles found at it,

There is an old rath or fort in Wilkenstown about ten miles from Wexford. It is in the centre of a twelve-acre field. There is about a quarter of an acre of ground under. There are three big trees growing in the centre of the rath and the rest of it is all bushes. There are two or three hills or mounds on it.
There was a man once was walking home across the fields and it happened that he had to pass close to the rath, and he saw a big black man walking all around it and then went into it. There was also another man walking along the road one night, and as he was passing by the gate of the field on which the rath is, a big black man was just fastening the gate and started

There is an old rath or fort in Wilkenstown about ten miles from Wexford. It is in the centre of a twelve-acre field. There is about a quarter of an acre of ground under. There are three big trees growing in the centre of the rath and the rest of it is all bushes. There are two or three hills or mounds on it.
There was a man once was walking home across the fields and it happened that he had to pass close to the rath, and he saw a big black man walking all around it and then went into it. There was also another man walking along the road one night, and as he was passing by the gate of the field on which the rath is, a big black man was just fastening the gate and atrted

to your wedding as your bridesmaid, but one thing I'll assure you" says she whether I live or die, I'll do for you." The poor girl that was about to be married got an awful fright when she heard those words coming from the lips of her own sister. Anyhow the wedding day came and they got married. The wicked sister didn't go to the wedding at all. When they got married they went to live with the young man's people as they didn't like to live with the wicked girl.
They lived very happily for a number of years, and the young married woman was beginning to forget the curse or the wicked threat her sister had put on her. One morning a man came to their place with the news that

There is a big field down in Pollfur called Chapel Park, and Dungulf Castle is in one end of it. In another end of it was an old churchyard in former years. It was a field that was never ploughed, but one day the owner said what harm would it be to plough it anyway, so he sent out a man to plough it. This man, Tom Farrell by name ploughed away on the field but didn't go near the old graveyard. The owner told him to plough away on the grave-yard, as it was very old. So Tom started to plough the grave-yard. He hadn't gone very far when he got awful sleepy, so he came back and went to another part of the field and the sleep left him. After a while he went back again, as he was afraid the boss would catch

trees in the middle of the rath and he got them cut down and the roots taken up, and all the old mounds of clay levelled. He then ploughed the whole field rath and all.
The evening he had the whole field finished off, two birds flew into his yard with their feathers turned the wrong way. They came every evening for seven evenings , and then stayed away altogether. From that day out the man who owned the rath had no luck. Everything went again him. One morning he would find a horse dead, another morning a cow, the next morning a couple of pigs. So he said to himself when he saw himself going down that it was very unlucky to have anything to do with anything that belongs to the

him doing nothing. He ploughed a couple of sods and he got so sleepy that he fell asleep between the handle-bars of the plough, and was dead asleep when the boss came out in the evening, to see what was keeping him out so late with the horses. When Tom Farrel got up the following morning he was a changed man. He had a very sleepy appearance, and remained that way until the day he died. The old field was never ploughed after that year.
There is another story of an old rath or fort that was on a man's land, and it was in the centre of a great big field. The man who owned the field told the men it was a great pity to have that rath in the middle of his fine field. There were three big

to the "good people".

There were two sisters lived in Raheen near Adamstown. One of them was a very pretty girl, and the other was a very ugly girl. Both of them fell in love with the same boy. One day he met the pretty girl on the road and they were talking for a long time and at last they went for a stroll. The end of the matter was that he fell in love with her and they used to meet constantly. The ugly girl got very jealous of her sister when she heard that the two of them were getting friendly with each other.
Along with being ugly, she was a very bad hearted and very bad-minded girl. She did all in her power to make her sister and her beloved fall out. She told all

the lies that she could think of about her to the boy, that she was only making a fool of him, as she had other boys, and a lot of tales like that.
But in spite of all she said and done they remained loyal to each other. He grew to be very fond of her. When they were about six months together, he asked her would she like to become his wife, and she consented. When the wicked sister found out they were engaged to be married her rage and hatred knew no bounds. The sister of course invited her to the wedding wanting her to be her bridesmaid, but she wouldn't and said to her. "You took from me the only boy in the wide world that I loved and how could I bring myself to go

to your wedding as your bridesmaid, but one thinh I'll assure you" says she whether I live or die, I'll do for you." The poor girl that was about to be married got an awful fright when she heard those words coming from the lips of her own sister. Anyhow the wedding day came and they got married. The wicked sister didn't go to the wedding at all. When they got married they went to live with the young man's people as they didn't like to live with the wicked girl.
They lived very happily for a number of years, and the young married woman was beginning to forget the curse or the wicked threat her sister had put on her. One morning a man came to their place with the news that

the wicked sister was dead, having cut her throat with a penknife. So her sister and her husband went to the house and buried her,, and took whatever furniture and belongings they had at the young man's home and brought them there and settled down to live in it.
One night the man himself was in town and his wife was at home sick in the bed. When the man was coming home, just coming into his own gates, he heard awful screams and growling as of a dog coming from the house. He ran his best in the direction of the house and the screams and growls were getting louder. He broke open the door with a blow of his fist he was in such a hurry, and rushed into his wife's room and just as he entered

the room, a black hound jumped down off his wife's bed and up on the window and turned around and looked at him, and the two eyes that looked at him were his sister-in-law's. The hound jumped out through the window and away into the night and it growling like mad all the time.
Then the poor man turned to his wife in the bed and found that she was bleeding. The black hound had given her an awful bite right under the chin. In a couple of hours she died and her poor husband was overcome with grief. He never was the same man after his wife dying and at the end of six months he died also.

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We had our first performance at Three Ballet Gato, New Ross
And we took barn after barn from that to Carrigmoss. at Radley's forge we practiced to see if we could win a competition there was hut of between our boys and Glynn Lacey's boar we slaughtered and sold him quick and fast The rest of him was all eat, unless what we gave it to Joss Joney got the bladder, I think she have it still It often beld a grain of male but now 'tis full of win' We took a boat on the Modgebeg and sailed to Tottenham Green We landed down at Traceystown at six o'clock by steam.

The worries of four young men (Fenians) vig_ Farrell McLeownell, Hugh Treauey, Joe Delaney and Franceis Ward will always stand out in the history of this said on the military barracks. Dunmore

There was at this time military barracks in the town of Dunmore. (burned down about the year 1918 by the J. K. A) The military, a gay party, gave on one Sunday night a Ball to which they invited a fashionable crowd.
Every Fenian in the town and throughout the parish of Dunmore was like a 'live wire' this night on which the dance was held. The Ball appeared a great success_ the Ball room was brilliantly lighted, A military and fashionable crow danced to good music, having no suspicion that any thing was a foot.

There were many Fenians living in the town of Dunmore, Co Galway. They hadn't a supply of arms but possessed plenty of courage which they kept on reserve. Possessing courage and youth, made the Fenians all the more anxious to possess arms, so the more occasion for securing arms presented itself they made use of it, causing great excitement and consternation in the town and through out the Parish of Dunmore.

The Trench and nolan election caused great excitement. Nolan (Catholic) got the majority of Catholic votes. Trench (Protestant candidate) was supported by the Landlords, who compelled their Catholic tenants give their vote to Trench.
James Kelly (Catholic) Ballymoe gave his vote to the Protestant Candidate consequently, Kelly became so unpopular with his Catholic neighbours that he was obliged leave the [?]. The Landlords and tenants who supported the Protestant candidate had a guard of those soldiers and police on their journey to and from [?] where the election was held.

God visited Ireland with famine to scatter the Irish people all over the world that they might spread the seed of the Catholic Religion in foreign countries.

old people were of the opinion, that is pleased God to send famine in punis [?] of the Mollie McGuires' unjust action taking by force and tilling lands without the consent of the tenant or Landlord.

I attended the Hedge school taught by Mick Flynn. After being evicted from his cottage Mick Flynn emigrated to America.
His greatest pleasure was, walk down to the quay when ships came in to see if any person from Ballymoe travelled by the ships. Great was his joy one day to see one of his former pupils step from the ship. He took the pupil to his own home where he kept her three weeks as his welcome guest when he got her work. The year previous to the famine the "Mollie Mcguires" without the concent of Landlord or tenant turned up with spades the big farms and planted potatoes in the lands. The farm at Curries held by P Leignan was tilled by night by the Mollie McGuires and potatoes planted in the freshly tilled fields. The

John Tobin lived on his estate at Tobinstown. His son, Mick Tobin was out in the Rising in '98'.
Mick Tobin collected his Clan and Volunteers, on the Bridge at Ballaughayeague. Accountable for the hanging of Father Cowry. Denis Brown H Sheriff for Co Mayo, was accountable for the hanging of Father Cowry at Ballinrobe and was now on his way to carry out executions at Knoelanara. After some speech with Brown, Mick Tobin blew his whistle and up sprang fifteen hundred volunteers from behind hedges and ditches. On seeing their humbles Brown begged for his life and Mick Tobin allowed him return home on condition that he would never again be seen in the Parishes of Ballymoe or Williamstown.

On the Ballyglass side of the public road, opposite the Pound field.

In the middle and late seventies there lived a man, Marnell on his estate at Marnellsgrove.The Marnell Estate included all the Lands of Marnellsgrove, the " Pound field, and the lands of Lower Ballyglass . extending midway between Kileroan national school.
A man named Irwin, lived on his estate 'Lea more and leabeg' Ballymoe. Marnell and Irwin were enemies. Irwin gathered his clan together and by night, they marched to the Pound field where a great battle was fought between the Irwin and the Marnell Clans. In this battle two of Marnells sons were killed and also two of his

went into the kitchen, and, when the coast was clear, they took the chickens out of the pot, and took 'em out and hid 'em. They got a pair of ould boots and put them outs the pot in place of the chickens.
All went well, 'til the women of the house come along to see if the chickens were cooked. She stuck a fork down into the pot, but she said they weren't cooked yet. After awhile she come back again and tried. This time the fork stuck in the lace hole, and up comes an ould boot. The two boyo's were amazed but the woman was fit to be tired and the lot had to clear be damned out of the place. The two boys took a leg each of the chicken and left the rest on the window still.

L_C_ informed on the Fenians living around the town of Castelerea.
,cHugh and Heldon were assured for the shorting of Y__ They were not proved guilty of the crime but for being active members of the Fenian movement they were sentenced to eighteen months in Gaol with hard labour. L_C_ the informer was taken over to the Lower of London for safety by the British Government, where he was kept for three years when he was given a free

There was a wake wan time down in Kellystown an ould women that was waking in it.
It is the custom to say the Rosary at the stroke of twelve o'clock and after that some food would be given out. Well in the house, they people had a couple of chickens boiling in a big pot over the kitchen fire. While the Rosary was going on, two fellows

leaning over the the gate leading into the yard.
When the people of the house got up and come out and saw the corpse leaning over the gate they got a terrible fright. They thought the ould man was after getting up and walking out to the gate.

or the Landlord to Protestants and Perverts. Consequently, protestants were [?] hing , living in big houses on good land- Catholics starving in mid cabins- their spirits were crushed but not broken. Catholic Youth reformed to cringe as Inferiors to Perverts, and protestants officials (strangers) The climax came. Young J.P. Protestants agent on the Sanafers Estate was shot.

Years ago there was an ould man by the name of Murphy Waking in a barn at his own home. At that time all the wakes were held in barns. That is seventy or eighty years ago. Well, this was a very bad night. There was snow about six inches thick on the ground.
After the midnight Rosary all the relatives of the dead man went into the house and there was no one left in the barn but a few young men from the neighborhood. Those chaps played tricks and told yarns for a long time, as then they got tired and decided they'd go home. They did mind a damn if the corpse were left alone or not. Anyways wan [?] Goy, said they'd take the ould man off the table. They walked him out through the snows, and left him outside

pair of stockings for Tom. She kept knitting along, and got very uneasy, for the stocking was as long as four ordinary stockings.
Wan day a neighbor came in, and Mary was still knitting. "Begols," says the neighbor, "that's a very long stocking"Aye" says Mary, "and the devil a sign of a heel is coming on it."

There was an ould couple living near the Barracks (Adamstown) long ago. Mary and Tom they were always called. Mary was a bit dull. (There is a dull wan (person) in every family nearly around this side of the country). The lived in a small little thatched house. Tom worked for a farmer, and Mary kept the little house.
Wan evening Tom snared a rabbit and he brought it home for Mary to cook it. Near day when Tom cam in to the dinner Mary had the rabbit cooked. Tom was ating away when Mary says:- "How do you like the soup, Tom?" "Begol 'em mon, it's all right, Mary," says Tom, "only 'tis a bit hairy." Marry cooked the rabbit, fur and all, and never skinned it. Another time Mary was knitting a

they all looking very gloomy. They told him they were all waiting for to be hanged. He was not long there when out came the princess. "You've come to answer my questions" says she. "I have that" says he. "Well says she "There's five in me arse" "I'll roast me egg in it" says he taking out the egg. How will you get it out" says she "with the harrow-pin" says he taking it out of his pocket. "Ah shit for ye" says she "Here's plenty of it for you" says he and he started taking the horse shit out of his pocket.
The king was listening all the time and says he to the princess, "Will are you satisfied now I guess that fellow was clever enough for you" "I suppose I'll have to marry him now" says the princess. "Oh you'll have to marry him." says the king "as

let her off. She brought home the golden bell to the farmer's youngest son. He was delighted, and they got married in the place. Then Sillything sent for her mother and she came and lived with them, and sometimes she would visit the other two daughter's houses. So if they didn't all live happy that you and I may, so put down the kittle and make the tay. There was a king one time that had one daughter, and she said she would marry the first man that would answer her three questions or would be clever enough to pick her up on any question. So hundreds of men came and they weren't able to answer any of the questions. Anybody who wasn't able to answer the questions she condemned them to

big stick. He took off his coat and threw it aside. He spit in his fists Then he gripped the big stick and started welting the bag with all his might "Me-ow me-ow" says the cat. "I'll knock the "meowing" off you my fine lady" says the old man, and started beating the harder, "Bow-wow" says the dogs. I'll stop your Bow-wowing me lassie" says the old man again. He kept beating the bag until he got tired and then he stopped when he heard no sound coming out of the bag. He sat down in a chair to get a breath of air. Then up gets Sillything from under the table and starts to laugh at him. She took out the golden bell and shook in his face, then she ran out in the door and away home. The old man wasn't able to follow her so he

think would be a good punishment for yourself' say he. "Well I'll tell you" says Sillything. "[?] a sack and put me in it and fasten the mouth of it and then tie it to the ceiling. [?] to the wood and cut a stout stick and bring it home and beat the sack your best until your tired." "I'll take your advice" says the old man, so he tied her up in the sack and fastened it to the ceiling. Then she went to the wood to cut the stout stick. The moment he went the Sillything took out her knife and cut the mouth of the bag and got out. Then she got the cat and the dog and put them in the sack and other things as well to make it look full. Then she lay down under the table. She was not long there when in comes the old man with the

When I was [?]young they'd send for a little man when they'd be about to build a house. His name was Mickey Neill and they used to say he was going with them. They'd send for him and he'd know if there was a pass where they were going to build - a pass for the dead or for the good people.
Then they'd put down the pegs and leave them for so many nights. If they weren't removed by the end of that time they'd know that they could build away. I never saw anything put in the foundations of a dwelling-house or of a cow-house except a little medal blessed by the priest.

One for bad luck
Two for good luck Three for a wedding Four for a wake Five for silver Six for gold Seven a secret never to be told.

maybe they could do worshe than run away, an' get married on the quite, an' sure enough they planned that they was, to do the bit of adventurin, an' they planned to meet a short dishance from afork, that was in the boy's land.
Very good that was all settled on, an' their plans worked out pretty good, for nothing turned up to prevent them from meetin. They set out on their journey an' ocourche they had to pass be the for on their way to the church. Jusht is they war passin somewan in the for struck up abor o' music on a fiddle, an' the nexht minnit there was a regular bad o'music goin on there. The boy an' girl sthood up to listen to it for they thought it was the mosht enchantin' music they ever heard. A thought sthruck them that maybe it was some o' the best lads that had gathered there to give them a send off, when the win' o' the word went round that they war goin' getting marrid. But they found out that they war wrong, for they warn't very long sthandin until a sthrange thing happened, the whole place seemed to light up all o' a sudden', an a queer misht seemed to gather round them. They thried to make their way out o' it

When we were going to school long ago the master was very wicked. He used to have a big long stick and when he'd be beating anyone he'd always say: "[?] cess to it, if I dont take skin and bone"
Some people said he was a good teacher. He made a lot of good scholars and a lot of damn bad wans too.

time. But my eye got very sore after and I have suffered agony with it ever since. I blame that for making it worse. I told the priest about it and he said I should have nothing to do with those cunning men. He said I did right to try and save the cow though.
[?] up here had a cow sick of and the time and they sent for Jacke. Jacke came, but he said he could do nothing, that I was murrian that cow had and she was beyond help. I was the way my cow was "overlooked" (evil eye put on her)

with the other a couple of times.
Then he rubbed the stuff on the cows tits, and made the sign of the cross at same time. Then he rubbed it on her back and on her sides, on her horns and her mouth on her belly and on her legs - all in the name of the Father Son and Holy Ghost. After that the cow was a good as ever and she gave plenty milk as before. My Left eye was very sore at the time and I asked him if he could cure it. He spit in my eye the times and made the Sign of the Cross each

I had a cow myself. A fine cow she was too. She was just after calfing.
Wan day I was milking her and a woman passed me by. "Oh," says she, aint she a darlinl." After that I couldn't get a drop of milk from the cow. Her udder got sore. She got cross, and we could not manager her. I sent for Jacke Poole and he came. "Have you a half a crown," says he. "I have," says I, and I landed it to him." He had two bottled in his pocket, medicine I suppose. And he mixed some of wan

not let him do it.

A farmer who lived here in this [?] - his name was Soyle - was loosing his butter.
He had his suspicion on was person by the name of Sommers from Rockayle for this Sommers had the name of being skimming the well. The people mad out he used skim the well on May morning as work the pisreozs. There was a fairy man living in Camroso at the time. His name was Jacke Poole. Soyle sent for Jacke and he came. Jacke said he would bring the person who was taking his butter as the very floor of his house. But Soyle would

When we were children a girl by the name of Hayes was teaching a school at the Cross of Wickamstown.
All the scholars had to bring three pence a week.

There's a Raz there in Mike Roche's field (Whitechurch) and they were going to break it up [?] time. But the priest told them that 'twould be better if they felt it alone.
He told that nine out of every ten old [?] it wasn't right is meddle with them. So they never meddled with it from that day is this. Mrs. Kelly, she was a nurse, she saw a light [?] night missing at the [?] and coming up along as far as Murphy's house.

There was a fellow long ago his name was [?]. He could bawl the picture of a goat.
This day he came and started bawling and all the goats gathered around, and he made them stick together. Women came to milk the goats and the women stuck to the elders, and [?] going around them all the time and he keeping them in the [?].

was able to get the better of her, because any man that she met before she killed him.
But Paddy [?] the devil out of her with the hazel stick. "Well," says she to him, you must be the devil out of hell, or, Ould Paddy Hennessey from Glanworth."

Long ago there was an ould witch by the name of Petticoat Loose going around. She used always be seen down near Beal Loca (Bayloch) not very far from Mount Melleray.
Any carmen passing the road she used to kill them. She had a ton weight in each of her hands There was a ould fellow living in Glanworth at the time his name was Ould Paddy Hennessy. He was a shoemaker. One night he was passing along that road. Suppose he was at some fair in Lismore or Cappoquin. When he was coming along he met Petticoat Loose and she attacked him. Paddy Hennessey had a big hazel stick and he walloped the devil out of her with it. She wondered how he

Pat Rielly died only a short time ago. He used compose rhymes for the Mummers, and acted the fool in a mumming set in Camross for a long time.
In every mumming set there is a Darby and a Judy (a fool and an

Pattern Day all the young men, ay! and some of the old men too, used to spend hours trying it.
There is a Blessed well there too. It is said that the well was first in Adamstown but that a woman washed clothes in it and that it disappeared under ground, and sprung up again about a mile away. The waters of this well are said to be great to cure toothache.

Nuair a bhí na Fiannaibh i n-Éirinn fhad ó shoin, ní rabh móran a chur bhuaidhreadh
ortha ach a seilg, agus a "fowl-fhearacht" agus a dtroid, agus fear a bith a bhéadh in fhear mór a rachadh leóbhtha drilleáilfeadh siad é agus dheánfad siad fear de. Tháinic siad go Gleann Fhinne ins a dheireadh, agus bhí siad a shiubhal leóbhtha rith a lae i nGleann Fhinne go dtáinic an oidhche ortha, agus nuair a tháinic an oidhche ortha ní rabh an teach le fághail aca. Agus tarraing Fionn

Mysterious Death! When first they name
By lips divine was spoken to our sire, And was announced as Venger of God's ire, Did he not tremble, tho' yet of youthful frame? And when thro' jealousy and brother's shame, He saw thee sable on his Abel's brow, What anguish filled his soul, reflecting how The end of all his race should be the same?Ah! Relentless foe of human kind! How weak Am I to combat thee in strife? The rosy bloom of boyhood on my cheek Thou hast blurred for ever, and my youth with sorrow rife, Moves on with quick'ning pace to seek Beyond thy reach, I hope, another life.

Bhí ríogh agus báinríoghain annsin fad ó shoin, agus bhí muirghín aca, agus bhí triúr
cailíní aca de chailíní móra dóigheamhla. Agus bhí caoithir phisreógach ariamh ag an rí agus ag an bhainríoghain (ariamh) ins a teach, agus duine ar bith a shuidhfeadh ins a chaoithir, agus athchuingne ar bith a d’iarrfad sé agus é n-a shuidhe ins a chaoithir gheobhadh sé é. Nuair a d’imtheochad an rí agus a bhainríoghain, chuirfead siad a chaoithir i bhfolach ar eagla go bhfuigheadh na cailíní an chaoithir, agus na rabh fhios

There was a young man who lived down near Geevagh at wan time. He was on friendly terms wit a girl in the locality, an' it seems he wished to marry her but the girls' parents, had some kind o' an objection to the match so they wouldn't allow her marry him, even though she was anxious enough to do so hershrel. Anyway the pair planned it up between them, that

Love and youth march on together
Like the measur'd flow of rhyme. Later years, tho' often glorious, Never know life's early love, Age and selfish thoughts, so greedy, Hand in hand then onward move.Ah! how little seek we pleasures To our childhood only known, Never can we feel their glory 'Til our manhood's sorrow's shown; Ah! tis then we feel the misr'y Win we from our manhood's woe: Never yet did days of manhood Proffer man his boyhood's glow.

'Mid the flow'rets let me wander
Where the sparkling dewdrops shine, Covering o'er the works of nature-- Would that scene were ever mine; Let it float a down my memory And, in fancy, 'fore my gaze Shine in glorious, dazzling splendor Picture of my childhood days.Oh, my childhood, wasted childhood, Glimmers still in fancy's bloom; But its pleasure and its gladness Now have sunk 'neat manhood gloom; But the sight of hanging roses Weeping with the dew of dawn, Brings me back, in fancy, pleasure That old time has long withdrawn. But how diff'rent grow our feelings As we count the steps of time;

One way to catch rabbits is to make noise like a turnip and they'll come out to you.
Another way would be to give 'em green sloes; and when they'll start eating the sloes they'll blink their eyes. Have a good lump of a stick with you and give 'em a paddling of it.

guarding the corpse that night. Perhaps he had been driven mad for the time been at the strange manner of her death. The people buried him as near to her as they could, just outside the cemetery wall, as he was found dead lying on her grave. In fact it is said that he never left her grave since the night she was buried.

and other trees he had cut down. So his accident had a good effect after all.
Well to come back to the old woman we found on the road. She was a poor old woman who was well known in those parts. She was a great wanderer who used to do odd work at dairies and was given to travelling about from farm to farm. She had sat down to rest leaning against the hedge and she had fallen asleep and had frozen to death. Thats all I could make out of it at any rate, as there was no other explanation and the night was very cold. Well concerning the dog, it seems he had taken a great fancy to her. She had come across him one day straying and badly lamed and had tended his hurt. After that he followed her and always kept close to her. The two of them were well known all over Kilkenny. The dog must have been

horribly wrinkled skin, the sunken mouth and the staring eyes. I stopped and looked around as I couldn't believe my eyes. Then while I uttered or tried to murmur a prayer I drew nearer while the priest advanced still nearer and put out his hand slowly. His fingers reached and stroked a face. He drew back his hand with a cry. What he had touched was a face that was as cold as death itself. He then knealt down and said a prayer to speed her soul as she was an old woman who had died by the roadside. Having covered her face we left her there and made for the squire's house. He wasn't too bad, but all his servants were terrified because the accident happened on the very day that he had begun to cut down the trees in the fairy rath. The doctor tended his hurt for a few days and then he was fit to hunt again. All the same he stopped his operation on the fairy raths and replanted the whitethorns and hazels

is ridiculous. It's your imagination, at least I can't see anything." The other man was wanting to go back but the Priest and him argued for some time and at length he was persuaded to come forward. "We shall be alright" replied the Priest. "if it is an evil spirit we are well armed." So he took out his crucifix and walked forward with eyes intent on the spot."Its there all right" said the Priest. I kept close to the priest but could see nothing on the sudden I saw it. It seemed to grow from nothing. The shape was that of an old old woman with white hair and a white gown. This was not what I expected. I had thought that, if anything, it would be a man or a young woman, with evidence of foul play.
The Priest drew nearer. The figure sat rigid, motionless as a statue. He approached a yard or two closer. I could dimly see in the faint moonlight, the sharp, wizened features, the

almost dead. He was trembling and bathed in sweat and the foam was thick on his mouth. I saw that it would be necessary to lead him across But the horse was so frightened that I thought it best to lead him back and tie him as before. "We must investigate" replied the Priest "There's something wrong, foul play of some kind or perhaps some tragedy." Again w made our way to the bridge. As we drew near it the Priest says to me, "Keep your eyes on the corner of the hedge, they are keener than mine. Tell me if you see anything. I stared at the spot but could see nothing. Suddenly my companion stopped and gripped the Priest by the arm, "Look" he shouted "do you see it?" "See what?" inquired the Priest. "It's the banshee" he said and fainted.
We soon brought him to again and I must say a certain feeling of awe rose before me. "It can't be a banshee" replied the Priest "The idea

As luck would have it I was not much the worse but, my shirt was torn from my neck. We made our way back to the horse and was getting him ready why my companion spoke for the first time. "Well I was right" he said, there is some evil abroad and there seems no reason why there should not be another brute - or fifty more for that matter."
"There won't be another" I said "I dunno" he continued and we haven't seen the banshee yet." "I thought you wanted to see the banshee" said the Priest turning to me,"You won't see one but you may see something worse. "What do you mean" I asked "Death itself" replied the Priest "come on." We all got into the car, the horse made good pace towards the bridge. We had approached to within a short distance of it when he swerved again and the horse stopped

disturbed the silence. We halted. "What can it all mean?" said I.
"I'm not sure he really wants to attack us" replied the Priest "Anyway we must track him and see. We cannot take any risks." We made our way cautiously as the road was very narrow and the beast could easily have sprung on us from out the ditch. "He may leap" said the Priest to me "Keep steady" But it was too late. He had me by the throat. The stick fell from my hand in the struggle and lay on the ground. The Priest grabbed it up and drew with all his strength across the brutes head. With a terrific howl he fell heavily to earth and I got free not a hair the worse and I grabbed the stick from the Priest's hands but before I could deal him a blow he had disappeared in under the hedge. "We can leave him" said the Priest. "He wont bother us much again."

nearing us in swift and noiseless approach. Suddenly when within about ten or twelve yards of us the dog swerved off the road and vanished behind the ditch. For a moment he was lost to all of us. We all stood nervous and in fact inclined to trembling. We waited there for awhile not knowing what to say or think. After several minutes waiting I decided to tie the horse and [?]. We tie him by tieing the reins to the wheel of the cart. It is cruel you know but a good plan for a frightened horse provided that you have good strong reins. We then cautiously advanced again. We had walked ten or twelve yards. The stillness around was uncanny and it seemed charged with expectation of something dreadful about to happen.
Suddenly a piteous yell more like the cry of a frightened child than the whine of an animal

for a moment the shape stood still. Then with abound it flew towards us with terrific speed straight down the middle of the road. Still the horse kept going on as if it had seen nothing. My companion clutched my arm but I shook myself free. For a full half-minute the beast rushed towards us and we towards it. Then suddenly the horse swerved as I was expecting. I tugged at the reins my living best and within thirty yards we had come to a standstill.
"Jump out" shouted the Priest "and hold him by the head." I obeyed and when I had had secure hold the priest also got out and covered the horse's head with the rug. The dog was now nearing us as that's what the beast was. "Get your stick ready" shouted the priest and let the other man hold the horse. Soon I was waiting around with my stick my companion shivering at the horse's head. The dog was rapidly

more questions but took it. The other man was very nervous about us. "Be careful" he says as we started off "There was no mistake about the behaviour of the horse and I saw the white figure and the black dog prowling around alright. "Good" I cried. "I am dying for a sight of the banshee myself, but he is right about the horse, he is spirited enough for anything, he would shy at a tree let alone a banshee."
The bridge over the river lay about four miles away. As we drew near it my interest and expectations rose as I didn't believe at first that my companion had seen anything at the bridge although I had seen the horse shy: we were half-way down the hill to the bridge when suddenly I saw something black walk out from the dark hedge. "Do you see that?" whispered my companion and the priest at the same moment. I nodded. However the horse kept on

saw a banshee and a huge black
dog, I suppose he was upset by the accident. When we came to the priest's house we told him the story and he sat looking into the fire for a long time and I could read his thoughts almost. This man that saw the banshee was a nephew of this landlord and he became terribly upset. However the three of us juourneyed to his uncles house and there was the doctor. This man was convinced that his uncle's accident is the work of evil spirits and that the same evil spirits kept him from crossing the bridge so that what aid the priest could give would arrive too late. The priest turned to me and said "I wasn't thinking you were afraid" "Really I do not believe in any such things" I replied. Soon we were on our way and the Priest handed me a good lump of a stick. I asked him what was that for. "Well" he said "you may need it." So I asked no

come for the loan of your horse and cart"
he said. "Well says I "I can't give them to you as I don't own them I'm only the workman here." "Well" he says "for God's sake give them and come with me. The old Landlord has met with an accident. The head of an axe, with which some workman was felling a tree flew off and hit him a bad cut near the temple. The son came to me to go for the doctor for his father but I have no way of going, and we should get the priest too you know the corporal works of mercy and you know also that we have to forgive our enemies." Without a moments hesitation I yoked the horse and cart and went for the doctor and explained the case to him. We then went for the Priest and when we were on our journey the horse refused to cross a bridge, in fact he wouldn't go within twenty yards of the bridge. So we had to go miles out of our way. The other man said that he

was nothing short of vandalism, as the
place was beloved by all both young and old. I went to look at the clearance and it is always as you know a hard experience to see a tree cut down unless it be a dead one no matter what the necessity may be. Now besides the hazels and szeacs there were graceful birches and blackthorns which fell under the axes. That same night I was reading in my room if you may call it such, in fact it was the corner of an old barn loft and it was swarming with rats as well as mice and I was always like to read a little before going to sleep. Well anyhow I was just going to put out the candle and go asleep when a sharp knock came to the door. I hurried to the door and there to my surprise I saw a man and he as pale as the wall. "What's the matter?" I said "I've

from the table, and while you'd be looking around you the strange man had vanished.
Poor Dick got a terrible fright, and he never was the same again. After a short while he took to the bed and he died very soon after. Of course 'twas the devil that was in it that night playing the cards. I always heard it said that it wasn't right to stay up late playing cards.

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There was a man living near Adamstown long ago. His name was Dick Kennedy. A fine quiet respectable man he was. He was very fond of cardplaying, and he'd travel miles and miles to play, and stop up all night if he got any one to play with him.
He was playing cards one Saturday night. He stayed playing until midnight himself and some others. When the "school" broke up he was proceeding home by himself. When he got near his own house he met a man with a small table and a pack of cards. The strange man asked him to sit down and take a hand; and Dick so quick and lively. The played away for some time and Dick Kennedy was losing along. The next hand that was given out their two had the ace of Hearts. "That will do". says Dick. He got up

I had a dog, a sheep dog, wan time and she'd do anything only talk.
I was minding a sow wan night. She was going to farrow. She had the boneens all right and I came in to warm me self by the kitchen fire. After a while I heard the scraping at the door. I opened it, and there was the dog and he having one of the smallest of the boneens in his mouth, bringing him in to the fire to warm him.

I had a dog, a sheep dog, wan time and she'd do anything only talk.
I was minding a sow wan night. She was going to farrow. She had the boneens all right and I came in to warm me self by the kitchen fire. After a while I heard the scraping at the door. I opened it, and there was the dog and he having one of the smallest of the boneens in his mouth, bringing him in to the fire to warm him.

the big divil, "is drive them all home that have crosses on their foreheads and let the king fuck his grandmother out of them." The big divil consented as he was partly afraid of Jack with his big walking-stick. So Jack went into hell with his big stick and drove out all the women with cross on their foreheads, out along the dark narrow passage, and travelled on until he came to the king's palace. He drove up all the women in front of the palace and then he roared at the king to come out and pick out his grandmother, that he had all the women with crosses on their foreheads that were in hell. The king came out and when he saw Jack, with the whole crowd of women all black and burned he got such a shock that he fell in a faint, then

he saw sise or seven divils and they chatton and smokin. Jack noticed one great big divil and when he came up to them all the other divils ran away but this fellow. He wanted to know from Jack what his business was. Jack told him that the king sent him there for his grandmother. The divil told him that it would be very hard to pick out the king's grandmother out of all the other divils. "Oh that's all night" says Jack "The king told that she would be easily known as there is a cross on her forehead." The big divil laughed. "Yourself and the king are both very foolish" says he "for there are hundreds of people here with crosses on their foreheads" Jack went into hell and walked all around it but came out again. "The best thing I can do" says he to

giant's castle he didn't know what to say or do. So he consulled the old witch again. She told him that there was only the one way of getting rid of him and that was by sending him to hell for his grandmother, (that is the king's grandmother). So the king went to Jack and told him. Jack said he often heard of that place but didn't know where it was.
The king told the witch to show Jack the road. She told him to travel on and on until he would come to a long narrow dark lane, to go up the lane and at the end of it he would find the gates of hell. So Jack travelled on for a long time and at last he came to the long narrow dark lane. He went up this lane, and he came to the gates, and there

room where the gold was and filled up a bag of it. He then brought the three bags of oats and the bag of gold out and put them in the ear and car and yoked the old horse. He then locked the castle and put the keys in his pocket and started on his long journey back to the king's palace.
When he got there you may bet the king got an awful fright for no man however powerful came back alive from the giant's castle. Jack then hired with the king for a certain time and told him he would go when the time would be up for he had money enough for the rest of his life. The king didn't like the idea of Jack stopping with him at all as he was terribly afraid of him and when he saw him coming back safe and sound from the

talking to her and she told him that the giants had stolen her from her people and kept her in the castle with no hope of evver getting home again. Jack told her that the giants wouldn't trouble her anymore as he had killed the [?] of them and were now lying dead on the ground in front of the castle. When she heard this she was overjoyed and said she would start for home immediately, but before she left she thanked Jack a thousand times and also gave him her address, and told him if ever he came to her father's house he would be welcome. Jack thanked her and bid her goodbye.
When she was gone Jack got three bags and filled them with oats he then went into the

something to do to kill me." So the great battle started and the like of it was never known before. They fought for a long time and Jack was beginning to get tired, and he swinging his big walking stick and trying to give the giant a blow in one of the heads. After a long time Jack got a great "blow" at the giant straight in the three heads with the butt of his walking stick and laid him out beside his two brothers.
Jack then went in to the castle for his three bags of oats. He went in to a room and found it full of copper into a another and found it full of silver into another and found it full of gold. He went into another room and found there a beautifull lady. Jack started

going on the king sent for the ould witch again, and when she came he told her that Jack had arrived safely with the bull.
So the witch put on her considerin' eap and fondered for a long time. Then says she to the king. "Send him to the giants' castle for three bags of oats, and I assure you he won't come back alive from that place." The king ordered the worst looking horse in the place to be yoked and be given to Jack to go for the oats as he never expected any of them to come back alive. Jack, of course, never went any place without his walking stick, so he threw it in the car and almost broke it. The poor horse was hardly able to draw it, so Jack had to walk. He travelled on for miles and miles and days and days until

herself with joy at having her three daughters back home again. So
"She put down kettle and made the tay," and they all lived happy ever afterwards.I got these two stories from Mrs. Roche Lambotoron, [?] She heard them from her mother. Mrs. Roche is about 56 years of age and her mother is dead about ten years and she was almost 90 years of age when she died.

On the 1st of April the ould cow put her tail on her back and said "I don't care now when March is over" But March borrowed three days from April and the weather came so bad in the three days that the ould cows died. They call 'em the Borrowed Days of the days they skinned the ould cows.

again. She kept sending him for water nearly all night; and as soon as he'd bring she'd spill it out again, for she only want to get him out of the place.
Some time after there was twins in another house in the neighborhood. When this man heard it he say "Oh god help the fellow who was drawing the water"

There was a fellow living in Whitechurch, and this night his wife was having a youngster. The nurse was tormented with him, she couldn't keep him out of the room. She would send him off for a bucket of water, but as soon as he'd return he'd be up to the room

to take more liberties - a couple of "mosseys" and thing like that.
As soon as the tailor saw this work going on he jumped off the table. "Ah the blackgaurd ye stop that" says he "Ah says the woman, go for the water, boy" They had a bargain made that the first [?] of 'em to [?] would have as go for the water.

There was a gentleman of another day driving along the road. He stopped to ask the way to such a place.
The servant went in first. 'Twas a tailor's house. The tailor was working up on the table and the wife was doing her own work in the kitchen. He asked the road to such a place, but he got no answer. He asked her first and then he asked the tailor, but they were both drunk. He went out and told master that they were to drunkies. The master came in himself. He went up to the woman and ask her but he got no answer. He put his hands around her, and began

At the patterns and at the races long ago they used go in a lot for testing strength.
They had a king of a molee fixed in the ground, like two stakes, and when you'd hit [?] the other would rise a certain number of notches. They used hit that with a big sledge and the man that would make the molee rise highest would be the strongest man. If you got it up a certain distance a bell would ring but 'twas very seldom anyone was able to make it ring.

to believe in ghosts, but he thought there was something that was not right in that.
He asked the other man if he had seen anything and man said he hadn't. Next night he met him, and he asked him if he saw the lady walking beside him and he said he saw nothing. Later on it was found out that the white lady was seen in the same place by several others.

One night there was a man going home from a card school. As he was coming along the road a very strange thing happened.
He saw and the man come up walking he knew the man. By his side walked a lady and she dressed all in white. When this man came to his own gate the lady parted with him and ascended some steps which were on the other side of the road. The man who saw this watched the lady, and he wondered who she was and where she was going at that hour of the night. For it was about twelve o'clock at the time. She went up the steps and when she came to the top she disappeared completely. He was not a

On the resignation ( on pension by the British Government) of the said Sergeant of the R. L. C of the Bassack at Ballintubber he was appointed by our Land-lord. (Obownor [?]) agent on this rotate , and likewise appointed Laud agent by Sir Thomas Burke on the Burke rotate at farm ( 3 [?] form Castlerea)This retired Sergeant, new Land- Agent, continued ^ to be very unpopular with the people. There was a song composed about him, telling of the part he played on the stage of life. After his death G.-C - (Brother of Lanty C- the informer ) was appointed Land Agent to this and [?] adjoining rotates.
G.C - was a Protestant. (pervert) Every job, (be that job) be it big, little or small was given by the government

The school master used be very poor in them days. The children used bring a penny every Monday morning and very few of them were able to afford it.
The people around used, in turns, give the teacher his dinner every day they used have books, called, first book, second book, third book and fourth book. in my young days there were people able to speak a good share of Irish but I don't think they'd be able to keep up a conversation in it.

to the other side. The old man followed on until he came to the edge of the river, but he didn't know how he was to cross to the other side. He saw Sillything at the other side of the river and he got mad, "How am I to get across to you he moaned". Poor Sillything as we know was silly, "take a hair out of your head" says she "and lay it on the river and it will turn into a plank and you can walk across on it." The old man did so and it wasn't long until he was on the other side. He ran after Sillything and it wasn't long until he caught her. He brought her to the edge of the river and carried her across on the plank. He carried her into his own house. He was so mad he didn't know what to do with her. "What do you

There was a man named Michael Hickey of Misterin near Adamstown He was working with some grand gentleman, and this gentleman used to be away some nights. He used to travel around in some kind of a coach. Michael would often be waiting for his master to come home, and he would hear a great sound it coming to the hall door. He used to hear the horses trotting, and the driver urging them on. The coach would come to the edge of the house and stop. Then Michael would hear a whistle and would go out thinking of course that it was his master. When he would go outside he would hear nothing or see nothing. This happened him a lot of times, but one night he heard a very loud whistle and he ran to the window and looked out, and what he did see but the

disease. His son then tried to finish his father’s work. But he too was stricken by disease, so the attempt was then ended.
On the hill of Camross, near Adamstown there is a stone seat. It is said to have been St. Abban’s seat, where the saint used to sit and rest, and look around at his seven churches. It is not exactly known where the saint is buried. Some say on Camross Hill, and others say in the grave yard in Adamstown. However, there is a large stone cross over the spot where he is supposed to lie in Adamstown. Old people say that anyone who is able to [?] this cross with outstretched arms, standing [?] with his back to the cross, that that he will never have a backache. Long ago, on the

he making sure to avoid the Out Office in which the stolen sheep were concealed.

" A young man married McCale from Ballinrobe." continued the narrator, " came to work with a main in Ballyglass. This young man, the man for whom he worked and their neighbour joined stealing sheep. Sheep stealing went on for some time. the Fenians were determined to put an end to such dishonesty and reported

deeply grateful and frequently spoke of it, up tp the ^ date of his death which seemed thirty years afterwards, nor , is John Heuelle [?] (magistrate and Landlord) generous act forgotten into the present day 1938 by the grandchildren of the said Pat Skirvington. ( The narrator of this story is the wife of P. Skirvington's grandson) Pat Skirvington having experienced such cluming by Baggot, summoned up courage and was to be seen in the future at work on his little farm, at mass on Sundays, and at the market.

St. Abban is said to have built seven churches round about Adamstown the sites of most of these churches are now unknown.
One church is said to have been in Doonooney, or Coolnagree, and the remains of an ould churchyard was found there. A story is told by an old [?] about this graveyard. The owner of the land on which it was found desired to build a ditch across the place. While he was digging he happened on a tomb stone, and he soon found out that the place was an old grave-yard. This did not deter the old man. In spite of advice he continued to dig and build. But very soon he was tied to his bed with a terrible

One Sunday, Michael Nee was attending the 12 [?] noon mass in the chapel at Williamstown. While the mass was being celebrated, Pat Skivington entered the chapel and was noticed [?] dawn the chapel to where Michael Nee was seated, In a low voice he addressed Nee, " Such a tree in such a wood is cut down." naming the tree and he wood. Michael Nee on hearing this, understood that he (Nee) was informed on and that tho Paliee were on his track. He immediately stood up, walked out from the chapel, escaped to the Country of Mayo and from that day forward was never again seen in Ballaughayea. Michael Nee's daughter emigrated to Boston, where she was married to a Protestant, gave up the practice of the Catholic Religion and attended Protestant worship with her husband

Pat Skewington, one of our neighbours who saw the lamp burn that night-in fact: it was Pat, who flung the wet bag over lamp. Well, Pat was a smart man, and he thought over things in his own mind. He got an ink bottle, filled it with paraffine oil, pierced a round hole in a cork into which he inserted the

The neighbours were afraid to go near it. The women screamed. We smelled the paraffine oil burn - a dull flame shot upwards - the globe burst. One young man took courage and flung across the kitchen a wet bag over the lamp. the light went out.My mother next day flung out the lamp and paraffine oil - we were afraid to light the lamp again, fearing the house would take fire and be burned over our heads.

There was however a certain
landlord, not a native of the place, who had evicted people from those parts and who had little patience with all the legends and beliefs. So enraged was he about such belief that he determined to break up these raths as far as he could. There was a [?] shot in his estate. A beautiful grove of hazel and [?] and here and there, there were fairy mounds. It was an enchanted place and the children loved to play there in the day time and older people in the evening. At midnight it was said that the fairies used to dance there. Well the landlord foolishly determined to clear it all and to turn it into arable land so that he could sow crops in it as it was a fairly large place and he didn't want any waste land on his estate. All the neighbours became enraged at this act and they said it.

I remember the first paraffine-oil lamp. My grandfather bought a tin lamp with globe at Mr. Hynes. Ballymoe, where he also bought a bottle of paraffine oil. The neighbours were curious and came to our house to see the map burn. This was the first time we saw a globe on a lamp or saw paraffine oil burn. "Well," she continued with a smile, " we filled the lamp with the paraffine oil, lit the wick with a wisp of straw and put the globe on the lamp. The neighbours sat on blocks around the fire. - A flame went up the chimmney of the globe which was soon black with smoke

The Banshee.I was working in a place wan
time with a cousin of mine in the west of the county Kilkenny. I knew the place fairly well as I often went here to spend my holidays when I was a chap. As you know Kilkenny is a place that is full of fairies, and raths and banshees, and a great number of these raths are looked upon and respected by the people. In fact some people rise their caubeens when they are passing wan of these. These people will by no means plough them and some won't even plough the field that they are in, and they wont walk on them at certain periods of the year. Well these mounds are held in great reverence. To plough them was a crime. The man who disturbed or desecrated them was sure to bring upon his head the anger and vengeance of the good people.

an oat meal cake, a fat hen,(cooked) a glass of whiskey in a small bottle in case of sea sickness - and they never, never, on any occasion, forgot to bring a bunch of shamrocks and a sod of turf cut from their parents' turf bank.' I ventured to compliment the narrator on her good memory etc. "Oh, yes, my memory is good." she replied, "but those things made an impression on me. I got very little schooling. I even read a little, but I never learned to write, and 'tis well known that intelligent people who got no schooling can remember and tell the story of their lives much better than great scholars.

the three wishes gone and they had nothing only
the two butter dishes and they had no cow going home and all the money that they had saved to buy the cow was gone on drink. The woman then started giving out to the man for drinking and spending the few halfpence that they saved so strenuously to buy the cow. Then the man turned on the woman for getting the two wishes as wan would have been too much for her. Then the two got hotter and nothing could be heard only "your wish" and "my wish" and "only for my wish your wish was no good" in the [?] and anyhow they had to go home without the cow.

Tenants on the O'Conner rotate if poor, were honest and hardworking. Every man tried to do his best to support his family. Fred medGeromott[?] (Eamon) travelled on foot from village to village selling soy and stockings from a cleeve carried on his back.Peggie Ryan- travelled on foot, (without boots or stockings) selling loaves (bread) from a cleeve carried on her back.

to see us. So she wished for them and
the next minute she found she had the two of them under her cloak and she made off as fast as she could for fear that she would be accused of robbery and she made around the corner with herself like wan man and she damn nearly run into the husband coming down the street and he [?]. Well she started to read him out about giving his wish to get drunk. "Well he said I have my wish still but the money I had first is all gone" Oh! If you have your wish still" says the woman "all's right." "Well" says the woman then "I was going down the street there a minute ago and I comes up to a stall that was covered with all kinds of [?]. On there were lovely things there and I saw two lovely butter dishes, oh they were gorgeous and I wished to have them and the next minute I had them here under my cloak. What do you think of that?" "I wish" says the man "they were up in your arse" I wish says the woman "they were down again" so there wa

unjust acts of the hollie maeguires., as the year preceding the famine the potatoe crop was so fruitful, that people, not able to use up all the crop, left potatoes to rot in pits by the ditches. In th year 1846 famine set in all through Ireland. Pigs were slaughtered and when cured the British government bought up all the bacon giving 11 [?] per lb for it. The Irish people were left to starve.

three times if he had the three wishes. So
the woman got two wishes and the man only got wan. Of course the women must always have their own way. So the couple set off to the fair highly delighted with themselves and the woman stepped it out like a peacock and the Leprecaun disappeared. The couple reached the fair fairly early anyhow and then the two departed the man was to go around looking at all the good cows and to inquire all about them and to wish for the best wan. Of course the woman was at her own free will to wish for anything she liked so she went around the fair and you'd swear that she owned the whole place. She came to a place where there was all kinds of china ware and there were lively things in it but there were two butter dishes in it that opened her eyes and she simply fell in love with them and she said to herself, "Wouldn't them be lovely to have on the table when any of the neighbours would come

there he saw Sillything with the golden bell in her hand. "I have you at last" says he. "It was you that was the cause of me killing my three daughters the first night you and your sisters slept here. It was you who took the lighting sword from my wife and nearly drowned her in the well, and it was you who stole my white dove and now you have come to steal the golden bell, but you will not get away from me" says he and he made a grab at her, but Sillything got away from him and ran out in the door, but the old man followed her. They came to a river and Sillything pulled a hair out of her head and laid it on the river, it suddently turned into a great big plank and she stepped on it and it took her across

hair of the head and swung him three times
around and then let him down on the ground and asked him where was the money. "Oh" says the Luricaun "let me go I've no money belonging to you" "I know you havent" said the man "but tell me where there is a crock of gold hidden and I'll let you go then" "But I don't know where there is any money at all" says the Luricaun. Well says the man I'm not going to let you go until you give me some assistance. I am a poor man and I want to buy a cow so that me and me woman can get a drop of milk." Well replied the Luricaun I can't assist you in any way as regards where money is concerned but I'll tell you what I'll do "I'll give you three wishes so that when you go to the fair you can wish for what ever you like best and mind you only have three wishes." By my song he won't get the three wishes" says the woman stepping in, "Give him wan wish so that he may get the cow and give me the other two as that fella would get drunk

The Three Wishes.There was a man and his woman living
wan time about five miles to the north of Taghmon and they were not very well off so they hadn't much money but however they were fine and snug Well the luck turned against them this [time?] Anyhow and didn't wan of the two cows they had die and the other wan was by no means a good milker as she was fairly ould by this time. Well they serahed [?] a few half pence anyhow and set off for the fair expecting to get a good cow cheap as they were going along early in the fine summer's morning through Browns castle which is about two miles from Taghmon the day was about breaking and all of a sudden didn't the man spy a little Luricaun and he mending a lovely little golden shoe and he sitting on wan of them big yokes like mushrooms that you see growing out of a rotten tree and he hammering away delightfully. The man took a leap out of his body and grabbed the Luricaun by the

My grandfather lived on the Pollok estate. He was evicted and came with his family to live at Ballaughayeague. My grandfather and his son, Pat worked for Bishop Burke who, about the year 1800 lived at Lurlu, Ballymoe. Bishop Burke is buried in a vault in Kileroan Graveyard. died in the year 1824.
Bishop Burke was very kind to my grandfather and frequently gave him ^ the full an ass cart of potatoes. In fact, the Bishop was so charitable, that he would not like his many kind and charitable acts made known. My grandfather and his son, Pat, cut and reared turf in Fraduff[?] Bog for the Bishop, and it was the Bishop who laid the foundation stone of

farmer's place now but Sillything and it was not long until the farmer's youngest son fell in love with her. They were going together for a long time and at last he said he would marry her if she would get for him the golden bell from the old man in the village. Sillything said to him "I have fitted out my two sisters and I don't see why I shouldn't be able to fit out myself". So she went down to the old man's house and the door was open and she went inside and hid under the table, and looked all around the house for the golden bell. She saw it hanging over the door so she ran over and grabbed it. The bell rang when she caught it and the old man heard it an came rushing into the kitchen and

I came to Rourke's Cross
the mare fell down in the middle of the road. I was trying to lift her up but I was damn hard set. A woman came along and lifted the horse up and then put me up on him. When I looked around again I saw no sign of any woman.

was feeding the hends and chicks, and Sillything saw a grand white dove in the middle of them all. Sillything waited until the old woman went inside and when she was gone she threw some of the wheat on the ground. All the hens and chicks came rushing over to her and asks the white dove. They all started eating the wheat together and fighting over it, and then Sillything grabbed the white dove and ran away home with it to her sister. Her sister was delighted and told her she would do anything in the wide world for her, and that if ever she was in want she would provide for her. It was not long until these two got married and the bought another farm and lived happy on it.
There was no one left in the

GhostI'll tell you about a ghost.
We were in Taghmon wan night. Drink was scarce at the time. I had two horses with me and I couldn't get home. I had thirty shillings in me pocket, a pound and a ten shilling note. We went down to Brennan's public house. The peelers were inside there drinking too. We all got as drunk as be damned before we left When I was going along by Lottenham Green, a fellow came along and walked beside me for nearly half a mile of the road, then he disappeared. When

Emergency Men.
The Emergency men were the men who used take over a place after people would be evicted The McRuaids were emergency men. They stopped at Culmer's of Bulgan and put the Culmers out in the barn. When they were putting them out they asked them if they had any matches and Culmer told them they had more sovereigns than they had matches.

"The Fenians," continued the aged narrator with humorous smile, " The fenians did not take their mothers or sisters into their confidence - they did not tell them when, or where, they drilled. Women were gabby,' was the opinion held by the fenians.If their sisters, through curiosity, followed them or tired to find out any-
-thing concerning their movements, the young men drove the girls home

Distance.
The Cross of Wickamstown is exactly half way between Taghmon and Galbally There was a fellow by the name of Reid, he used drive the emergency men, and he told me 'twas exactly six miles from wan barrack to the other and that, the Cross here was just half way.

for drilling. They carried wooden guns and revolvers. The Palice were always on the look out for the Fenians but they seldom caught them at drill.many of the Palice were known to be in sympathy with the young Fenians. many of the Palice were brothers of Fenians- perhaps that accounts why Fenians so often escaped the vigilence of the palice.

Wedding Cake.
Put a bit of wedding cake under the pillow. Then get three slips of paper with initials of three men, one on each, and one blank piece. Pull out wan slip every morning, and whichever one you pull out last will be the right wan. If you drew the blank one on the third morning you'd be an auld maid.

I am now in my seventy seventh year. ( In my youth) I lived with my parents in a small thatched cottage in the parish of Ballintubber. Our Land lady, [?] Johnston, was a Belfast woman. Robert Pidgeon was Land agent for her estate. With the rents high, lands bad, and the people poor. there was no prospect in the future.
The farms of the 'small tenant farmer' were but a few acres of land and their dwelling houses were wretched. At the end of the kitchen were tied, the cow, calf and ass. The sow and bonharms slept in a corner nearer the fire, the children in the centre. The room at the back of the kitchen fire was the sleeping apartment of the parents and family. The windows

Snail (Divination)
Another plan to find out your future husband was to get a snail and and put it under a sieve. You should shake flour first on the floor where you were to put the snail. Then leave him there for the night. The snail would form out on the floor the initials of the man you were going to marry.

Charm to Banish Rats"By the heart of me charm
If ye dont leave this man's barn I'll sweep ye off the face of the earth Hi rat!"

Cure for ToothachePeter sat on a marble stone
Our Lord came to him all alone He says, "Peter, what makes you shiver & [?] "O my Lord and Saviour 'tis the toothache" "Arise Peter, and thou shalt be healed Not you alone but all those Who say this prayer for my sake Shall never have a toothache."

While working as maid in this home I heard many tales of the Fenians around Castlerea. The shooting of Y - magistrate was regretted. it was the (general) opinion he did not deserve such a fate - there are two tellings of the story No 1- Young - magistrate, posed a severe, unjust sentence on three young men from the town of Castlerea.
FW - Y- was shot on the morning of the day that these three young men were released from jail. No 2- W, Y - was shot on Saturday

the narrator. " I went to work as maid in the 'big house' at Tarmon, convenient to the Sandford dernesne. Sandford was the landlord of the town of Castlerea. W.R.- Broderick lived in the big house. W.R. was a fenian, Captain, and at his death he willed his house and lands at Tarmon to his brother and his ^ brother's family who lived in the town of Castlerea.

but who was he that led them all
with such triumphant air Huzah, huzah, huzah, me boys, 'tis Hogshaw and his mare Hogshaw's mare, Fairy Queen won the race.

"When I grew up to girlhood," continued

It's time I am a noble steel they
call me "Pounce Away" It's time I won each race I run until that I came here But I greatly fear the Fairy Queen will stop my bold careerThe Fairy Queen being standing near and overheard the jest Turning her head to Hogshaw those very words confessed We'll make them yield here on the field before the thousand men and show them plain that 'tis all in vain to challenge us again The crimson flag was hoist [?] boys the colours they were red the judges were appointed and the signal it was gave Mr. Nun he had some fun when his courser run away and lick from Bally Realy he played nobly on that day

lead back the jaded horses to the stables or paddocks from which they were taken. The young fellows returned to their homes and retired to bed to get some sleep and give the impression they had not been out of door during the night.The jaded horses were found next morning covered with mud. If their owners were aware, or suspected of the "moon light drilling," they kept their minds to themselves.
Mr Paul visited his stables each morning. On seeing his horses splashed with mud he made no remark, nor, did his Plough-man when the horses stood up under the plough or cart worn out after the night's exercise. miss mary annie treasured her nephews' wooden riffles and guns up to the day of her death.

in and he'd play for them. It was all step-dancing in them days, reels, jigs, and hornpipes and singles, no such thing as sets. The set-dances were not known then. That is up to 88 years ago. Well "Mug the Rhymes" made a song about the races held there in the year 1841 - that was the year I was born. Come all ye jolly [?] wherever
that you may be I pray you pay attention and listen unto me It's of a race, or steeple chase, upon those circles run Upon the Course of Wickhamstown in glorious That course from Rosegarland to her rider he did say

There was an ould fellow going about here years and years ago. He was a poet. Monaghan was his right name but he was always known as "Mug the Rhymes." He composed a song about races that were held in Wickhamstown, up to ninety years ago.
A man by the name of Hogshaw had a horse running there by the name of Fairy Queen. It used be a very big meet there, thousands of people from all parts, timble riggers, gamblers, wheel of fortune, there card trick and very kind of devilment was carried on. There used to be tends, and a door laid down on the floor, and couples used go in and dance a heat. A fiddler would be brought

my sister. Biddie, was kithcen maid in the big home at Willsbrook. miss Mary anne, frequently spoke of the Fenians. Her bushes ,W. Paul, and his two sons had joined the Fenians. but miss mary anne was. her bed room window looked out on a big stretch of land.
When the moon was shining miss mary annie frequently sat in her room seeing through the window about two score[?] young Fenians on horse-back, galloping up and down the 'big fields' near the " River Suck," training for the cufeeted[?] 'Rising'. Her two nephews were Captains, and had every horse in their fathers' stables mounted by a Fenian. miss mary anne never disclosed on her nephews, and if

Taken down from a woman born in the year 1873. In her youth, she worked as maid in the households of the families mentioned in this story.My sister Biddie, was the eldest of my family. She was born at Braekla. When she ^ was seven years of age she worked every morning in her bare feet to attend the Fedge school at Cwuies[?]. (opposite the 'Pound Field') taught by mick Flynn.
Our parents were very poor. my brother got work in the tavern of Castlerea, so ^ he went to live in a cottage near that tavern. Biddie, often told me stories about the Fenians. Several young men from the parishes of Ballymoe, Ballintulla[?] and Castlerea joined the movement and took the oath. If a young man happened

Bhí seanduine agus seanbhean ann agus ní raibh aca ach bó amháin. Bhí an-droth ann agus bhí ’n t-sean bhean, bhí sí rud beag amaidheach. D’imthigh an seanduine agus mharbh sé ’n bhó agus gheárr sé suas í n-a ghiotaí. D’imthigh sé fá choinne cliabh
mónadh agus nuair a bhí sé ar shiubhal d’imthigh an t-sean-bhean agus thug sí léithe an uile ghiota de agus chuir sí i mullach clogadh cúil é. [?]Tháinig madaidh an bhaile agus thug siad [?]leóbhtha na giotaí agus d’ith siad iad. [?]Nuair

Sutton the Poet
Sutton went in to Richard's Public House in Ballymitty won day. The man of the house said he'd give him a shilling if he'd make a verse about the quality of their drink. So Sutton started off: "No mistake your rum is wake (weak) Your whiskey is but water Your stout is no more than the washing out For me taste it is me author."

There was an old man living near this place won time named Jimmy the Ripper. He was small, with a great hump on him.
Jimmy died. At that time they used have pipes and tobbacco and snuff at the wakes, but that custom had been done away with for years. When Jimmy died they had to put a weight on his chest and tie him down with a rope, on account of the hump, in order to keep him straight. Some time during the night some of the prime boys cut the rope, and the minute they did up springs Jimmy in the bed. What was in the house ran with their lives out of the house.

There was a cousin of mine in Camross and wan year he was tormented with rats. The place was full of them, and he could keep nothing in the barn with them.
There was an ould fellow going around and he was supposed

is stand up against the wall, and the rest would stand around in a ring. He'd get a lick of an ould bróg, the poor fellow his back would be near broke sometimes.
Another game they had was, a fellows would stand against the wall with one eye covered and a candle over the other eye. The rest of the crowd would stand around in a ring. He'd hold out his hand and some one would hit him in the hand. He'd have to guess the one that his him, and he'd have to stay there until he'd guess the right person. When he'd guess the right one, that person then would have to take his place. They used to have drink there too, and they used to sing, and tell stories.

Up as about eighty years ago wakes were held in the barns. A table would be there in the middle of the floor with a white sheet laid over it. Then a post about six feet high at each corn of the table and white cloths hanging down all round.
They used to play games and carry on all kinds of tricks at wakes. The most popular game was "Hurry the Bróg." A fellow would have

Chapel door of their own parish. Later on they played from ditch to ditch. About twenty wan men used to play on each team then. The goal posts were shaped like bows, not the same as now. Play was very rough in them days, but there were some great men. When a goal was scored it was called a cooley (Cúilí) and the goalkeeper was called "the bowman"

They used play the parish hurling matches around here. I don't remember 'em but I often heard my grandfather talking about them.
Two teams would meet and each wan would try and bring the ball to his own parish. The order is with they would have is bring the ball to the

People used to go to Ross with fresh butter sometimes, but it was mostly as Ballyback they used go. Jerkins of butter, about twenty of 'em they used carry.
A day and a night it used take a man and horse to go to Ballyback and back.

riding in front and the woman behind on a pillion. They used go to town and market that way and as mas mas well.

I remember well to see the old wooden ploughs in use. A fellow would have to walk beside it with a big timber fork to keep it in the ground.
I also remember the block wheel cars, wheels axle and all used turn. A good horse would be hard set to draw three hundred weight of a load up a small hill with the black wheel cars. At that time they used bring the corn on the horses back to Wexford. They had a bind of a yoke fixed on the horse's back to hold the bags. The man and woman used travel mostly on horse-back, the man

fire. I don't know what was her meaning for it, but I think it was in order to work pisreógs she did it.

A big bonfire used as be held longlong at the Cross of Clearstown on bonfire night - 24th June.
There was an ould woman that lived near the place, and she used to come down with her faggot of furze, throw them bit by bit into the fire until the whole faggot was burned. She used drive the cows throw the

There is an ould rath in our land here in Clearstown. It was never broken, or roughed up. People never like to meddle with those old raths for I suppose there are people buried in them.

In the times of the famine times were not so bad around here for people had plenty stirabout. I didn't hear of any one dying with the hunger.

Famine - In the times of the famine times were not so bad around here for people had plenty stirabout. I didn't hear of any one dying with the hunger. Rath in Clearstown - There is an ould rath in our land here in Clearstown. It was never broken, or roughed up. People never like to meddle with those old raths for I suppose there are people buried in them.
Bonfire Night - A big bonfire used as be held longlong at the Cross of Clearstown on bonfire night - 24th June. There was an ould woman that lived near the place, and she used to come down with her faggot of furze, throw them bit by bit into the fire until the whole faggot was burned. She used drive the cows throw the

Long ago in the Summer time it was the custom to lay down at noon. The men would be called at twelve o'clock to dinner, after dinner all hands would lay down and sleep for about an hour. Then at two o'clock they'd be called again. They need be up at five o'clock in the morning and work 'til noon. Then at two o'clock they'd start again and keep working until nearly dark. They used sow the oats in March, the barley in April, and the wheat in November - about "All Hallows [?] Dark"
I remember to see men up drawing line at three o'clock in the morning. We had a kiln of our own, and we used to draw the column from Wexford, and the stones from Sear Quarry, and burn the lines ourselves.

had a bag of salt and she went up on top of the house and threw the salt down the chimney, and it fell into the pot of stirabout. When the stirabout was done the old woman took the pot off the fire and took a platefull out of it and gave it to the old man. When he was swallowing the first spoonfull it nearly choked him it was so salty. "Did you put no meal at all in the pot" says he to the wife. "Whath wrong with you now" says the wife to him. "There's nothing here but salt" says he. "I put very little salt in that stirabout to-night" says she "for you are always complaining about it being two-salty." So they had a hell of a row. He told her she would have to make more stirabout. She said she had no water.

Bhí Ríogh Mac Neasa fad ó shoin i gCúigeadh Chonnachta, agus bhí triúr mac aige. B’ainm
díobhtha Úr, Aodh, agus Seámus. Bhí ’n triúr mac amuigh lá amháin a sheilg agus chuaidh an t-athair amhach na ghárraidhe. Tháinic a sgafaire innseoir ins a ghárraidhe. Bhí chos fríd a bhróg, agus bhí ceann fríd a hata, agus bheir sé greim ar a rí agus bhuail sé anuas ar a talamh é agus chaith sé trí fhiacla as a ceann. Bhí sé broilthigh báis ar féadh fada go leór (broiltigh) (brollthaigh is dóiche an focal) (Bhí sé eadar beatha agus bás ar feadh fada go leór)

There is a well in Clearstown called St. Mannon's Well. Some one washed dirty clothes in the well one time and it changed out of the place altogether.
There is a big stone near the well with a mark on it, in the shape of a bell. The Pattern of Kilmannon, of Clearstown is held on nearest Sunday as 6th July. In years gone by very large crowds would attend the Pattern of Kilmannon. People came from all over the county, but now no one comes there only people who have friends buried there. The pattern is held there yet.

is stand up against the wall, and the rest would stand around in a ring. He'd get a lick of an ould [?], the poor fellow his back would be near broke sometimes.
Another game they had was, a fellows would stand against the wall with one eye covered and a candle over the other eye. The rest of the crowd would stand around in a ring. He'd hold out his hand and some one would hit him in the hand. He'd have to guess the one that his him, and he'd have to stay there until he'd guess the right person. When he'd guess the right one, that person then would have to take his place. They used to have drink there too, and they used to sing, and tell stories.

Chapel door of their own parish. Later on they played from ditch to ditch. About twenty [?] men used to play on each team then. The goal posts were shaped like bows, not the same as now. Play was very rough in them days, but there were some great men. When a goal was scored it was called a cooley and the goalkeeper was called "the bowman"Wakes - Up as about eighty years ago wakes were held in the barns. A table would be there in the middle of the floor with a white sheet laid over it. Then a post about six feet high at each corn of the table and white cloths hanging down all round.
They used to play games and carry on all kinds of tricks at wakes. The most popular game was "Hurry the [?]." A fellow would have

riding in front and the woman behind on a pillion. They used go to town and market that way and as mas mas well.Butter - People used to go to Ross with fresh butter sometimes, but it was mostly as Ballyback they used go. Jerkins of butter, about twenty of 'em they used carry.
A day and a night it used take a man and horse to go to Ballyback and back. Hurling - They used play the parish hurling matches around here. I don't remember 'em but I often heard my grandfather talking about them. Two teams would meet and each {?] would try and bring the ball to his own parish. The order is with they would have is bring the ball to the

fire. I don't know what was her meaning for it, but I think it was in order to work [?] she did.Old Wooden Plough - I remember well to see the old wooden ploughs in use. A fellow would have to walk beside it with a big timber fork to keep it in the ground.
I also remember the block wheel cars, wheels axle and all used turn. A good horse would be hard set to draw three hundred weight of a load up a [?] hill with the black wheel cars. At that time they used bring the corn on the horses back to Wexford. They had a bind of a yoke fixed on the horse's back to hold the bags. The man and woman used travel mostly on horse-back, the man

Famine - In the times of the famine times were not so bad around here for people had plenty stirabout. I didn't hear of any one dying with the hunger. Rath in Clearstown - There is an [?] rath in our land here in Clearstown. It was never broken, or roughed up. People never like to meddle with those old raths for I suppose there are people buried in them.
Bonfire Night - A big bonfire used as be held longlong at the Cross of Clearstown on bonfire night - 24th June. There was an ould woman that lived near the place, and she used to come down with her [?] of [?], throw them bit by bit into the fire until the whole [?] was burned. She used drive the cows throw the

so he bought a farm for himself and his wife and they lived happy.
Sillything and her sister remained in the farmer's house. It was not long until the farmer's second eldest son fell in love with Sillything's sister and they were going together for a long time, and at lenght he said to her "I'll marry you if you get the white dove that an old man has in the village. The poor girl was in an awful way and she didn't know what to do so she asked the advice of Sillything. "Leave that to me" says she. I ficed up my eldest sister an why shouldn't I fixe up you" So she got a small bag of wheat just as much as she was able to carry and went down to the old man's house. It was about four o clock in the evening and the old woman

"That's easily settled" says he "all you have to do is , get the lighting sword and the can and go down to the well for a can of water. Sillything was looking on at all this, The old woman came out in the door with the lighting sword in one hand and the can in the other and went down the road in the direction of the well. Sillything followed her, and when she saw the old woman bending down to get the can of water she gave her a kick in the backside and drove her head foremost into the well. Then she grabbed the lighting sword and went to the farmer's house and gave it to her eldest sister. Her sister was overjoyed she told Sillything she would do anything for her. It was not long afterwards until she got married to the farmer's eldest son. He had plenty of money

Long ago in the Summer time it was the custom to lay down at noon. The men would be called at twelve o'clock to dinner, after dinner all hands would lay down and sleep for about an hour. Then at two o'clock they'd be called again. They need be up at five o'clock in the morning and work 'til noon. Then at two o'clock they'd start again and keep working until nearly dark. They used sow the oats in March, the barley in April, and the wheat in November - about "All Hallows [?] Dark"
I remember to see men up drawing line at three o'clock in the morning. We had a kiln of our own, and we used to draw the column from [?], and the stones from Sear Quarry, and burn the lines ourselves.

had a bag of salt and she went up on top of the house and threw the salt down the chimney, and it fell into the pot of stirabout. When the stirabout was done the old woman took the pot off the fire and took a platefull out of it and gave it to the old man. When he was swallowing the first spoonfull it nearly choked him it was so salty. "Did you put no meal at all in the pot" says he to the wife. "Whath wrong with you now" says the wife to him. "There's nothing here but salt" says he. "I put very little salt in that stirabout to-night" says she "for you are always complaining about it being two-salty." So they had a hell of a [?]. He told her she would have to make more stirabout. She said she had no water.

had three sons, and the eldest son fell in love with the eldest of the three daughters. They were going together for a long time and were very happy. One day the boy said to her "I'll marry you now if you'll get the lighting sword from an old man that lives in the village" The poor girl was in an awful way so she went to Sillything. "Never mind" said Sillything "I'll make that allright. That night Sillything set out in the direction of the village and inquired where the old man lived that had the lighting sword. She was told where he lived and she went to the house and looked in through the window. She saw an old man and his wife sitting at the fire and the wide was making stir-about she was putting the meal in the pot. Sillything,

and dropped the remaining portion and he sank to the bottom. The two pieces of earth that the devil dropped reamined on the head of the water and are there to the present day, and are known as the Saltee Islands.

She should have, a nice small head, "croom" (turned in) horns, a round body, broad back, wide on the hips, deep dew laps, thin tail, long silky teats (not bottle shaped, fairly large promising udder, thin skin, and grey or yellow in color.

to get lodgeing for the night somewhere. They saw a light in a house in the distance and they made for it. They knocked at the door, and they were let in by an old man. They asked the man for a night's lodgeing for god's sake, as they were three girls going around seeking their fortune.
The old man said he would give them lodgeing all night but he said that he was very short of beds and that they would have to sleep with his three daughters. They said they didn't mind so long as they were in out of the cold. So they went to bed. These three got in the foot of the bed. At about Ain o-clock the old man came in to the room and put an necklace around the necks of his own daughters, and then he went to

Its is long in I mind o' now ta hear God be good to him spinnin' yaarns about the councellors cliverness, an' indeed the same man was full o' them an yid never be tired listenin to him, they way he'd spin them. Ocoureche thave them nearly all forgot now wan forgets them when they are gettin ould.
There was two men at wan time two neighbours, an' wan o them owned a pair ohorshes, an' the both o' them war very much alike is far is collur an' appearance.

When we were going to school long ago the master was very wicked. He used to have a big long stick and when he'd be beating anyone he'd always say: "[?] cess to it, if I dont take skin and bone"
Some people said he was a good teacher. He made a lot of good scholars and a lot of damn bad wans too.

Talleys were used by servants long ago about here.
The used them to keep account of their money. They would put a long notch in the sticks for a pound, and a notch about half as long for ten shillings, and a shorter wan again for five shillings. Says men would be absent from work would be marked with an "x". Watty Fardy was only an idiot and he bet Jimmy Cullen in the court over money that was coming to him. Watty had a tally and Jimmy Cullen had a book and Watty bet him. (beat)

Love it is able to conquer us all
But to make them all liars if you'll come with me It's a lady in America I will have you to beTo you Castle Oliver and Ballymore town Where me and me true love in the greenfields walk around The corn being shooting and all things seemed gay I ne'r thought on anyone since my true love went away.

To leave friends and relations to mourn for my sake
To leave dadda and mamma and go off with a rake Some day(s) I'm foolish and more says I'm not wise Some says I'm guilty of many a crime But to make them all liars then you come with me And sail to America my true love says he. Some says he's sailing for the Isle of man More says he's not, for a great crime he's done But to make them all liars you'll come with me I'll take you to America my true love says he Green grows the rushes and the tops of them small

In the city of Armagh there dwells a fair maid
You know what I call her Lady Betsy by name With red rosy cheeks and snowy white skin The bright rose of Armagh the pride of Rosehill.I crept under my love's window three hours before day Saying, "arise Lady Betsy come with me away" Saying arise Lady Betsy you know it quite well To leave friends and relations and Ireland farewell To go with you Johny is a thing I want do To leave Dadda and Mamma and to go along with you

that lived near the king's palace were surprised to find a grander palace not far away from the king's. About three days after Jack and the young fellow that was at the feast got very jealous with Jack for getting the princess. He began as wonder how he got the grand palace all in the couple of days and he also began to wonder how it was he had the nicest dish and cover at the feast. He began also to think that he had some underhand way of getting them. He said to himself that he would have with Jack as a workman and perhaps he would find out something if he kept his eyes and ears open. So he went to the palace and got the work. He was about a fornight there

and then he brought it into the room where all the guests were. He called for the man that owned its dish. Jack knew the dish on the minute, and came forward to where the king was. "You own this dish?" says the king. "I do" said jack. "Well" said the king "it is the nicest dish in the palace." There were a lot of young fellows there and they couldn't believe their ears when they heard what the kind said, for some of them had paid up to one hundred pounds for dishes. "Now" said the king "you can marry the princess whenever you like."
The next week Jack and the princess got married, and the first thing he wished for was a great big grand palace, and plenty of servants. All the people

and if ever two people in this world committed gluttony they surely did. They lived very comfortably from that out, anything they wanted they wished for it and got it immediately. All went well with them for a long time.
There was a king at that time and he had one daughter. One day he gave a great feast. Any young man that would bring the nicest dish and cover would get hid daughter for his wife. Everyone was welcome to the feast, and of course Jack and his mother were going. "I suppose" said Jack "we will have to bring a dish and cover. "O Musha" said the mother "where would the like of us get a dish and cover nice enough to bring to the king's

But says she "it is very strange about the was you came home." "That must be a wishing lamp I have" Jack says to her. "We won't be long finding that out mother" taking out the lamp from inside his coat. "I wish" said he "that that table in front of me was full of the nicest eatables anybody would desire." No sooner had he said the words than the table was laden with the grandest of foods:- the grandest and finest cakes of break, big rolls of butter, meat of all kinds, and anything else that could be eaten.
You may be sure Jack and his mother were both delighted when they saw all the lovely things on the table. They sat down and started to eat

Fléas were always fairly plentiful here in Laghmon.
Had a fléa here wan time, he was an Italian fléa I think. Well the flea had twenty four eggs and she brought out the tweak four young ones. I saw That flea wan day bate a bantam cock and five chickens from The door.

Around Ward's butcher shop, was always a terrible place for rats. There was rats there as big as any nice dog, and they'd nearly talk to you.
There was wan very ould rat there. She was blind and she hadn't a rib of hair on her body. Well every evening a young rat used to lead her out from the back of Ward's across the road to the stream. They used Love a sop of straw. The young rat had one end in his mouth and the bald rat the other end ; and the young fellow used lead her across for a drink of water.

The uncle told Jack to go down the stairs and at the bottom he would come into a room and in that room he would see wonderful objects, gold and silver and valuables of all kinds. "Don't lay your hand on any of them" says he "but bring up to me a lamp, a very old lamp you will see hanging on the wall." Jack went down the stairs and into the room and saw all the gold and silver and a lot of other valuables but he didn't touch any of them. He took the old lamp off the wall and went upstairs again. When he came to the top of the stairs his uncle was waiting for him. "Do you got the lamp" he says and he putting out his hand

having any brother. He told her she was very young when he went in search of his fortune thirty years so. She believed him then and but a thousand welcomes before him.
The next day himself and Jack went for a long walk together. They came to an old churchyeard and went inside. They walked all around it, and then they sat down on a big flag in the middle of the graveyard. "Now" says Jack's uncle to him "I'm going to give you a surprise" so he touched a certain part of the flag and it started to rise off the ground. The glad kept rising until it stood on one end. Then Jack saw an underground stairs. They were going down into the darkness.

it he was surprised. "Do you know" he asked the boy "that you are talking to your uncle." "I don't" said the boy. "My mother never told me that I had an uncle." "Well" says he "I am your uncle and a brother of your mother, and the best thing you can do is come back with me home to your mother's house. You have no need of going to school to-day." The boy said he would rather be at school any day than be at home. "Oh come along with me to-day and it will be allright" says the man. So he went off home with the man Jack's mother (that was his name). He got an awful fright when she saw the stranger. He told her he was a brother of hers. She said she never remembered

I have heard another story of a fairy changeling similar to the one in the beginning of this book. It is the story of a man and his wife that were married for a long time and had no family. When they were about five years married this man, Murphy was his name also, ploughed a field in which was a fairy path. Nothing happened for a long time but about a year afterwards a child was born to them. It was exactly the same size at a year old as it was when it was born. At two months old it was able to walk and has its nose in everybody's business, and at six months old it had all it's teeth. It could never be got to sleep but would stay awake almost all

There was a woman one time long ever ago and she had one son. This boy was very bright and he was his mother's pride and joy. He was the brightest boy in the school.
One day when he was going to school he met a man on the road riding a horse. He was very well dressed and spoke very kindly to the boy. He asked him his name, and when he heard

be hanged on a certain day, and that day was when the first man would answer her questions.
There was a certain young man in the vicinity and he said he would try his luck. He was going along the road in the direction of the king's palace when he found a duck-egg on the road. "Perhaps this is my luck" says he "I'll bring it with me." He went on farther and he found a harrow pin. "Perhaps this is my luck too" says he "I'll bring it with me." He went on farther until he came to where there was a heap of horse-shit on the road. "Perhaps this is my luck too" says he "I'll bring some of it with me." So he travelled on until he came to the king's palace. He saw a great crowd of followers in the court year and

The foregoing song "Carrig River" or "Carrig Hill" was written by a travelling man.

Our hearts were light we knew no care as through the fields we strayed
But in vain those days have passed away when together we had played. IV Ah well I do remember when together we used roam, O'er the lonely church of Carrig where the woodcock builds his home, But nature it seems smiling all o'er it's rocky side. And to silvery stream flows down between to join the Slaney's tide. V. The thoughts of you dear Carrig hills is ever in my mind I have travelled this wide world over your equals I can't find, With your lofty hills your waters bright 'tis you I do adore, So dare thee well dear Carrig hill adieu for evermore.

I
As I roamed out one evening in the pleasant month of May, It was down by Carrig River I carelessly did stray, When the hawthorn and sweet briar it would your heart illume, And the rippling of the waters when the "frockuns" were in bloom. II I often times in vain regret the things I might have seen. I've seen the past but can't forget the things that might have been, As I strolled along the small brids song went rippling through the sky, O'er the lonely church of Carrig hill where '98 men lie. III I often times go view the graves where my school mates do lie, We often joined in harmless sport in the day that's long gone by.

The dead coach need be heard or seen in many hearts of the Co. Wexford about fifty years ago. Some of the people would see it, but would not hear it, and others would hear it but would not see it.
Paddy Roche of Wilkinstown often heard the dead coach. He would hear it going the road, and he about three or four fields away. He said the sound appeared to him like the sound of four horses trotting, and he could also hear the driver's voice roaring at them. Paddy then would probably be telling that to some people near his own place, and he would tell them the exact hour the coach went along the road, and it happened that there were people on the road at that very time and didn't hear or see the coach.

and dropped the remaining portion and he sank to the bottom. The two pieces of earth that the devil dropped reamined on the head of the water and are there to the present day, and are known as the Saltic Islands.

and dropped the remaining portion and he sank to the bottom. The two pieces of earth that the devil dropped remained on the head of the water and are there to the present day, and are known as the Saltic Islands.

handful of rocks and threw them out in the water. These stones are to be seen to this day and they form a kind of a bridge, and that bridge is called St. Patrick's Bridge. St. Pat. went out along the bridge until he came to the end of it. Then he took up a large boulder and threw it in the direction of the devil but ti fell a few yards short of him. The rock or boulder is seen to the present day and it is known as St. Patrick's Rock.
When the devil was about five miles from Kilmore Quay the load was too heavy for him and he dropped a large portion of it. When he got about half a mile form where he dropped the first bit of land he got exhausted

St Patrick was another time driving the devil out of Ireland. He happened on him somewhere about the middle of Ireland, and he drove him southwards. When the devil came to the place known as the Devil's Bit, he took a huge bite of the land and ran away in the direction of Wesford. He ran on until he came to the Duncannon and St. Patrick following. He ran from Duncannon to Bannow, from Bannow to Duncormick and from Duncormick to Kilmore. When he got to Kilmore he was cornered, so he had no alternative but take to the water and into the water he went with his big load in his mouth. St. Patrick followed on until he came to the edge of the water and found he could go no further. He took up a

him across he got angry, and he put a curse on the water that no fish would ever be caught in it again. The fishermen began to wonder the next morning when they could catch no fish, for they could see plenty of them in the water and they would even be in the nets and yet when they draw them in there would be nothing in them.
But when St. Pat found out that it was effecting the poor fishermen that were so kind to him he got sorry for what he had done, and he took the curse off the water again, but he had taught the hard master a lesson.

himself and the snakes and reptiles. The men said they would of course and got St. Patrick and the snakes and all into the boats. When they were about half-way across, the man that was over the men or that had them employed told them to turn back and get on with their work. They told him they wouldn't that they were going to obey St. Pat., but St. Pat. told them to take him back and obey their master. They took him back then.
When St. Pat got on the bank again he took out a plate out of his knapsack and laid it on the water and changed it into a big boat. He then got the snakes and reptiles into it and went safely to the other side. When St. Pat thought of the man that wouldn't allow his men to take

It comes down to us in history that St. Patrick never came to Wesford as it had already been civilized before his time, but the following short folk-tales show us that this is not true.
St. Patrick had certain reasons for coming to Wesford on two or three occasions, once when he was driving out the snakes and reptiles and another time when he was driving out the devil. When St. Patrick was driving out the snakes and reptiles he drove them on as far as Ferrybarrig about two miles from Wesford town. There was no bridge at Ferry-barrig that time, and he wanted to cross. He saw a lot of men fishing and he asked them would they mind taking him across

Sarsfield is the word and Sarsfield is the man
Let England tell before that fight how oft her soldiers ran. Phil Sheridans work and daring ride full fifty miles away Retrieved the fortune of a fight mine are none the less I say.

Is le Sorcha Bean Nic Grianna seo, agus 'sé rud atá ann brionghloideach a rinne si fhéin
oidhche amháin ar chríócaibh srathógh. Srathógh - sin a méid clocha feamnaigh a bhíos ag duine.")

é.
Chuirfeadh sé sin cár air fhéin go dtí ’n da’ chluais agus bhearfadh sé ’acha’n bhuille dó, go dtí go rabh sé tógail na feola 'mach ó na chnámha. Sa deireadh thuit sé marbh. " 'Nois"’ deir sé "is tú ’n saighdiúr is neamh shuimeamhla fúmsa 'lig go léír." Bhí sé fhéin ar an oifigeach a b’aoirde ann agus rinne sé "mate" de na chomrádaidhe, ’Sé ba deise dó, agus annsin chuaidh sé suas go caislean a ríogh, phósadh é fhéín agus inghean a ríogh, agus cuireadh suas teach mór daobhtha fhéin ann. Rinne siad bainfhéis a mhair lá agus bliadhain, agus bá mhó ’n lá deireannach í nó' n chead lá, sin mo scéal-sa ’s codluigh

There is a blessed well in Adamstown called Abban's Well, because St.Abban is the patron Saint, and he blessed it.
A pattern is held there every year on , and it is reckoned to be one of the biggest patterns in the country. All the people who have friends and relations buried in the Graveyard visit it, "dress up" the graves, and afterwards make their "rounds" to the Well. This custom is held all over the County Wexford. The people visit their dead once a year. That is, they clean off the grass off the graves and put flowers on them. There is a special day - a Sunday - every year in each district, or for every graveyard, for the pattern.

on the rich with him that he could do all the work himself. The bonsman didn't like to leave him on the rich but he insisted and the farmer gave him his way. So the work started and this man, he was only a small man and he was also very thin, but I was advised not to mention his name, startid off to work. Everybody was looking at him and it didn't appear that he was doing anything extraordinary, but used to walk around the rich now and again with a pitch of straw. He made the finest rich that anyone could lay eyes on and all by himself at least nobody else was visable. Some of the men thought they heard him talking to himself one time and they were over to the side of the rich in order to hear what he was saying and after some

lean a deirbhshiúr í, agus nuair a bhí sí
a teacht isteach faoi’n teach, bhuail sí a lámh ag iarraidh breith oirthí agus phill sí arais. Ar maidin lá thar na bhárach bhí a ceann geal, geal liath. Bhí ’n pigín léithe ina lámh a bhí léithe an lá a cailleadh í - bhí sé léithe an lá a lean sí a deirbhshiúr

and after some time he got tired of the job and sat down in the ditch
There was somebody passing by and they saw the lad and he sitting down in the ditch [?[ quite happy for himself and the bill-hook and the "gowlyeogue" (gabhlóg) and they working away at their best on the ditch. He was another day at a threshing in a farmers place and he was put up on the rich of straw to make it. When the rest of the help came some of them got up on the straw to help him for it generally takes five or six men in order to make the [?] properly. The help at the threshing was very scarce anyhow, and the [?] said he couldn't afford any more than three men on the straw with this man already referred to. He said that he didn't want anybody at all on the

L12.384(0) Bhí Nansaí Mhór a bhí i nGleann Lacha seo
amuigh bhí sí thiar sa tráigh oidhche amháin, agus tamallt maith roimhe sin báidhteadh deirbhsiúr daoithe agus dhá bhean eile de chuid na comhursanna thiar ar na leachacha. Bhí sí ag ’ul siar na trágha an lá seo. agus tchídh sé triúr ban 'n-a suidhe ar a tráigh. Tharraing sí fhad leis na mrá agus nuair a bhí sí ag ’ul a shuighe síos ag n-a dtaobh d’aithin sí a deirbhshiúr fhéin. Agus d’éirigh sí arais agus theich sí abhaile an méid a bhí ina chorp. Agus

passed by the strange spot the very same as if something had happened.
Some of the old folk say that it was the fairies that was passing that time & on their way back to their rath or fort and they generally go back just before cock crow every morning. There is something curious about horses for they can always see there things before a human being. There was a man lived in Galbally one time and it was believed that he had something to do with the good people. He was called the fairy man. Some people say that he was a fairy changeling. He was only a small man but he could do as much work as five or six men. He was one day sent out to cut a ditch of briars

ditch, and he went and examined the place , but he could see nothing, although he searched around the whole place. He went back to where the horse was tied and he found him in a terrible state of perspiration. He faced him for the road again and it was all no use. Then he stopped on the middle of the road and began to wonder what would the be the best thing to do. He had to go four miles to his home and it was not about three o clock in the morning, and if he went back he would be putting miles of a round on himself. So he didn't know what to do. He could hear the horses heart beating. He was still wondering what he would do when ^all of a sudden he heard a cock crow. He turned around the horse again and faced him for the road, and the horse

haunted the horse stopped and had his two ears down over his eyes the very same a horse does when he "shies" at anything
Then he turned around on the road and went back in the direction he was after coming. When the rider got him under control he turned him around again and came galloping up to the place where the horse stopped the first time . but the moment the horse came up to it he stopped again and looked at something then he turned around on the road and galloped off in the opposite direction. The rider turned him around again but when he came to the place where he stopped before the same thing happened as the on the first two occasions. The next thing the rider done was to tie the horse to the

Lacha, agus bhí mé a baint dilisc. Bhí dhá
nighean damh ann agus chuaidh siad síos ’na Chladaigh Mhóir ’na trágha fostacht. Nuair a bhí ’n tráigh chómhair a bheith thart bhí mé a teacht trasna ag taobh cloiche agus bhí bean ’n-a suidhe ar a chloich. Agus ní theachaidh a'n 1) bhean ariamh móran síos ins a chladach a rabh mé. Bhí ’n bhean ’n-a shuidhe ar a chloich agus rath mé an méid a bhí ann mo chorp gur bhain mé an bhaile amach, agus shaoil mé go rabh ’n bheirt eile a bhí ins a Chladach mór báidhte. Chraith sí 2) a lámh, ach sin a rabh de. Níor labhair sise agus níor labhair mise, ach bhain mé ’n baile amach comh maith agus tháinic liom. Maighdean Mhara a bhí ann cinnte, a bhí ’n-a suidhe ar a chloich. aon1) aon 2) an bhean.

There was a family of peopel living in Galbally by the name of Laffan and they had a horse one time and he used to be galloping around the field all night. This used to happen every night. They wondered greatly at this and couldn't get over it at all. After soo some time the poor horse died from sheer exhaustion. The old people said that it was the fairies that were riding him all night It is also the general belief that a horse will see an apparition or a fairy before a human being will. That is often th ereason why a horse and rider will often get into difficulties at night.
I have [?] heard a story about a man and his horse out one night. They were going along a lonesome part of the country and when they were passin' by a place which was supposed to be

Bhí mé lá amháin sa tráigh amuigh i nGleann

Bhí mé lá amháin sa tráigh amuigh i nGleann

Bhail bhí fear ann fad ó shoin, agus phós sé bean a rabh giota talamh aicí. Ba léithe fhéin a talamh. Ní rabh sé coicthís pósta oirthí go dtáinic air imtheacht as a bhaile Lá amháin chuaidh sé isteach i mbóitheach a bhí ag taobh a toighe, agus bhí gamhain ceangluigh' ann agus rinn a gamhain búirthe mas gur shaoil sé gur deoch a bhí léithe fhad leis fhéin. Thug sise go b'é an rud a dubhairt a gamhain go n-innseochach sé dó’n fear nuair a thiocfad sé abhaile goidé bhí sí a dheánamh; agus níor mhaith

way that they war thrickin' him, so before the youngesht son id begin ta get too ould fashioned in the way o' knowin' things, he sez he'd keep a sthrict watch on him an' not let him out anyplace until he'd be twenty wan years. So from wance he was ababy, he kept him locking in, in the house, an' he never saw a single person only his fater. The result was that when he was twenty wan, he was is ignorant is a Ceshabrogs.
There was afair in anearby town, justh the day, that he was twenty wan, so the father brought him out in ordher to show him the windhers o' the fair, an' he promished him that anything he'd like he'd bring it for him. He tould him the name o' very animal, that was there an' wit that if this crowd o' young women didn't laud in. An' sez the son to the father, "for di te call them animals." "They are goats" sez the father. "Well Father" sez the son "buy me agoat. "So yar turning out" sez he "like the resht o' them, well ye can go yer way sez the father. I thought I'd hammer ajob on ye, but I see it failed me.

There was a man at wan time, an' he had several sons, an' accordin' is they war comin' o' age, they war takin' their lave for themselves, an' going' away an' gettin married.
Anyway the ould father wasnt too plased wit the

She should have, a nice small head, "croom" (turned in) horns, a round body, broad back, wide on the hips, deep dew laps, thin tail, long silky keato [?] (not lottle shaped), fairly large promisig [?] udder, thin skin, and grey or yellow in color.

Well I spose yid like ta hear a funny sthory now afther all the shosht wans, an' the likes well this wan is about a young Irish lad that went ta England

"How the Ballantine Family came to Brickeen"
A Rebel general named Ballantine , frmo Longford, was pursued by the "Read coats" in 1798. They followed him as far as Boyle, and here he managed to conseal himself for a while. When the pursuit started again he fled from Boyle and he came as far as Hollybrook He hid her for awhile also, but not thinking the place secure enough, he made his way to Brickeen which was at that time ahuge bog, grown over with "Sally-rods" and "whins". He built ahouse for himself there, and his descendents live in Brickeen to the present day.

the light in the house, for fear anyway might come back, an' himsel an' the [?] hit off wit themselves. They walked until daylight, then they counted the money an' divided it between them, an' they found that they had enough ta lasht them all the days o' their lives They went away an bought two news suits for themselves threw off their disguises, an' lived the lives of gentlemen

cupla two hundreds thenseveral hundred an' fiftys quite a crowd o'hundreds, an' the lowesht subscription given was fifty pounds. When all was left in on the table the parshon looked around him very pleased, an when he had everywan thanked he proposed ta give a [?] for the good o' his benefactors, an' the subject (an' the subject) o' the sermon was "The devil goeth forth like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour . ." He was jusht sthartin ta preach when there was a movement on top o' the sthraw in the end o'the barn. All eyes were turned towards it, an' the nexht minute the sailor's head appeared above the sthraw an down the laddher he came wit his head foremosht the sailor's wayo' climbed an' him shoutin' at the top o' his voice "Her' I yam" Her' I yam (Here I am) for all he was worth. The people when they saw him made for their lives, for they was sure it was the devil was in it, especially when the man was black, an' some o' them killed other goin' out the dure thryin' ta get away from him.
The soldier came down then, an' the firsht thing they made for was the table with the money on it, the sailor took the four corners o' the cloth, knotted it firsht wan way, an then t'otheres, the same is the sailors do, quenched

in the room *Aye I forgot ta tell ye when I was sthartin' off with me sthory the sailor was a black man _ a nigger ye know) Well they had only jusht themselves settled down nicely in the sthraw, when these two girls came inta the room, an' they had atable cloth wit them, an' they laid it on on a table there, right in the middle o' the flure, an' they fit four candles on it, wan at each corner an' afther that the crowds began ta gether in, an' they seemed ta be all wealthy people, an' they sat round about on sates be the walls o' the room, an' when they was all settledthis parshon came in, an' he stharted to address them, an fot he tould them was, that o'coure they all knew the object o' the meetin here tanight, ta raise funds if possible for the erection o' a new Methodist Church in the disthrict, an' he was sure, he sez "that is it was athing that was badly needed, his appeal for funds id meet a generous responce from the public, especially from such wealthy people is he saw before him ta night, an' in ordher ta give them the good example "sez he" I'll head the lisht mesel with five hundred quid on the table. The nexhtrichest pershon came along then an he left down three hundred, there came on a

o' them didn't discover that his comrade was. adeserter wan from the army an' thother from the navy an' its an ould sayin' always "that birds of a feather flock together" so when the heroes recognized who they war, an' realised how they emt, they said they' pull together for a file. They became very friendly wit each other, an they talked about their work, and fie the deserted, an' they enver found the time shlippin' by, until night was dhrawin' on them, an'
they war lookin' out for a suitable place ta resht themselves when suddenly the sailor spied a house not far dishtant, an' it seemed ta be greatly lit up, an' sey he "fot betther could we do, than go there, sure there might be a "proc" on, an' we might get fot we both badly need, this minnit sey he "a good feed. "Right" sey the soldier, so they both set off is far is the house, an' when they got into it, they found that it was like a large barn, an' there was great big room in it, an' there was about half a sthack o' oats built up in the gable end o' it, an' there was a sthep laddh left up agin' it ta keep it from fallin it. For would ye have it, but if the pair didn't climbe the sthep laddher, sn' up wit them on top o' the sthraw, an' they lay in well ta the back o' it, so that no wan could see them, sthill they could see everything that was goin' on

I heard this sthory from an ould thraveller wan night that I was ramblin' below in me namesake's house at the coach road. It was agreat house then for every class o' thravellers, heir' on the main line between Dublin, an' Sligo, an' there was never anyone refreshed a night' lodgin, no matther who or fot kind they war that asked for it.
Well this night we had all gethered in for a ramble, an' this ould fella happened ta be there before us an' I sposethe mosht passtime we had themtimes was tellin sthories an' when we war all tired tellin' our own yarns, we asked the ould thraveller ta spin a good wan for us, an' damn but he did, an' without much coaxin' either The sthory was about asoldier, an a sailor, wan who deserted from the army, an t'other from the Navy an o' courche they was bein pursued for punishment for desertin' the navy, a sailor might very likely be shot, afther havin' every pick o' skin on his back flitthered an' torn wit 'the cat o' nine tails. So ye see both o' them was fleein' for their dear lives, an is, is often the way in acase like that if both o'them didn't happen to come together someway, an they continued their journey together for abit, an' from wan thing to another, if each

Caoine __ There was an ould woman she lived near Ballymitty herself and her husband. They lived in a little thatched house.
Every Saturday night he'd come in, there was a little canister on the hob and they would keep the cat_tail tobacco in it ; and a scut of a chalk pipe 'longside it. When he'd come in an the Saturday night he'd catch up the canister and rattle it and if 'twas empty he'd put some tobbacco in it. Anyway the old mand died, and the poor woman was in an awful way after him. The day of the funeral when he was taken out she started lamenting & keening : "You're going to your hole John O, Hi Ho O John O Hi Ho You know You're going to your hole I have no wan to rattle me canister now John O, Hi Ho You know And me scut on the hob, Hi Ho you know John O And everything in the scut, Hi Ho John O You Know."

The same man came in here wan day and there was a line of chickens in the floor. "This is nice chickens" says he, "but yous want nare wan of them," 'Twas [?] for him. They died here and there all over the place there was wan little fellow and his beak went all quare, wan part of
it turned up and another turned down like that (C<) so I got a scissors here wan day and I cut the two tops of his bake and made them fair (even) so that he coudl ate. I made him like a little duck, so begob he lived. _________ We had ducks here and he came wan day and praised them and begod they died everyway, with their wings on their back & their legs up and everyway. There was an ould woman used come in and we told her about it and she said if we may say "God save them" when he praised them, that nothing would happen 'em. __________

weren't on very good terms either i think.
They were near home, and he managed to get the mare home and put her in the stable. He called the sows out and there went down and lifted the foal _ he was kicking in the lane. They managed to drag him in anyway to the stable. The mare was shivering all over, and a black lather of sweat on her. There was an old woman inside and she said to run down to the forge and bring up a can of forge water. That's the water out of the trough where the iron are cooled. And she told him if he's want anywan and he going to the forge, or coming, not to spake to them; or if there was anywan in the forge not to spake. He went to the forge and brought the can of water and shook it on the mare and foal. But the foal was dead when he arrived. The mare recovered after a few days , but she was hard set enough to get out and of it that happened as sure as you have that pencil in your hand I seen it meself.

The Evil Eye _ Did you ever hear tell
of people over looking things, The Evil Eye ? Anything they'd look at would do no good. There was a man around here and he was down for it anyway. I heard one father saying that he was coming up the lane wan day with a mare and foal and he met this man. The man looked up at the mare and foal and praised them. Well, the foal dropped in the lane, and the mare took a shiver. The father and this man

The night before Nick Culleton died, the Dummy Kelly was in here and he starting making signs , pointed to the fire & threw his hands up and the devil such taken you never saw as he had.
In the finish we got. apencil and a bit of paper for him to write it down So he wrote down on the paper, that he saw a big sheet of fire rising up from Culleton's house and going up in the heavens. That was the night before Nick died, about a week ago. _________

I was coming home wan night from Rockview meself and Mike Carroll, and when we were coming down the avenue I could hear the step beside me of a wonder, and Mike could see her and I couldn't see her but I could hear the step. Wasn't that strange?

There was a wake in Little Cullenstown last week. Nick Culleton's wake , and a girl from the place by the name of Tierney (Molly Tierney) said she seen Nick Culleton in the yard _ and he [?] above stars at the time. 'Twas about four oclock in the morning . and herself
and her mother went out in the shed when she was putting out her hand to catch the door She was caught by the wrist, and she seen Nick Culleton standing beside her. 'Twas a fright to hear her screeching when she came in. She was screeching and roaring t bet all. She frightened what was in the place. Her wrist was swelled up next day where she said he caught her. Wasn't that a remarkable thing? _________

and he made the cirlce, he got wollen thread and soaked it in the Holy water, and put a few pegs in the ground all round and put the thread around them ; and stood inside in the middle.
At the very minute they fixed don the Protestant chap came. He came to the thread and no further. "Well", says the [?] Catholic chap , "where are you?" "I'm in Hell", says the Protestant, "and 'tis a good job for you that you went to the priest and that you did what he told you , for I'd kill you this very instant. See he couldn't get inside the ring. So he disappeared and he saw no more of him. ____ I heard tell of two other chaps that made a bargain same as that and wan of them died, and the other fellow went to the place on the night they fixed on, but he saw no wan. I suppose he was at rest in heaven, and didn't bother coming back.

world. What was it like and soon. In the finish they made a bargain that whichever wan of them would die first
that he'd come back and tell the other. What the other side was like. They made the bargain that whichever wan would die that he'd come to a certain spot at a certain hour. They fixed the time and where they were to meet and all. All went well for awhile and begob, the Protestant got sick and died. Begob, the Catholic chap got afraid then and he wasnt going to keep his promise. He went to the priest and he told him all about it, how he promised to go to meet him. and told me the place and all. "Well", says the priest, "You'll have to go. When you made the promise you'' have to keep it. " The priest told him then to go to the spot, a few minutes before the appointed time and to make a circle of Holy water and to lave him stand in the centre of the circle, and that he couldn't dohim any harm then. The chap went

There were two fellow wan time and
they were great chums entirely. THey used always be together at dance and at races and everything. They were the best of friends. Wan of them was a Catholic and the other was a Protestant. This night they were talking anyway what they were talking about was the [?]

Go to Heaven!___ You'd often hear people saying "Go to Hell!" Well, it's not right to say that I heard tell of a fellow wan night coming down and he met a ghost at a style near his own house. This Ghost was often seen in the same place. When this man was coming home he met the ghost [?]
she standing just at the style. The man thought 'twas some wan that was going to frighten him and he says: "Yerra, Go to Heaven an' that!" The Ghost spoke to him: "Twas a good job for you that you told me "Go to Heaven ; for if you told me Go to the other place I'd kill you on the spot." So wasn't he lucky! _____

"Blaoidh air ars an máighistir". "Ní béidh aon áird aige orm ars an cocaire" Blaoidh thú fhéin air.
Chuaidh an maighistir ag blaodhach agus dubhairt sé leis ceann aca féin a fhágháil aige. Shíl an fear eile a bhí an tóir ina dhiaidh gur ceann do na cluasa a bhí i gceist ag mo dhuine agus seárd a rinne sé ná neartughadh ar an rith agus a lámha ag a chluasa aige. Ní fhaca an máighistir aon amarc beo ná marbh o shoin air an fear a dtug sé leis ag an dinnéar.

dinnéar réidh. Dubhairt sise go raibh. Chuaidh an máighistir isteach sa bpárlús, agus chuaidh sé ag cur faobhar ar an sgian le h aghaidh na lachainn a ghearradh.
Bhí an duine uasal eile ina sheasamh ag an doras. Tháinic an cócaire cliste go dtí é. Cá bfhuil tusa ag gabhail a duine uasal ar sise, nó ceárd a thug annseo thú. Táim ag teacht ag caitheamh dinnéar le do duine uasal sa dubhairt sé. Is olc an taistir a dtug do chosa thú deir sí. Tuige ars an duine uasal. "Níor tháinic aon fhear ariamh isteach cuige nach mbainfeadh sé an dá chluais de ars an cócaire. Tá sé ag cur faobhar ar an sgian cheana féin, agus táim ag ceapadh go bfuil sé comh maith agat boghadh leat chomh luath is feidir leath. Be dad tháinic faithchíos ar an duine uasal agus rith sé chomh maith is bhí na cosaí. Nuair a bhí sé imthighthe chuaidh an cócaire isteach chuig an máighistir a bhí sa bparlús. Muise cen sort fear é sin thug tú leat deir sí. Tuige ars an máighistir. "A Stór mo chroidhe tú ars an cócaire, dheamhain ann ach go raibh tú sa bpárlús nuair a sgiob sé an dá lach den phláta agus dimthighe leis mar gaoth an Mhárta

ag súil go ndéanfadh níos fearr.
IV Ara, dheamhan ann ach go raibh sí thart timceall Nuair a tháinic Seán Dubh ar an tsráid. Is a Sheáin Dhuibh nár chuiridh Dia an tádh ort Is nár sháruigh tú an mí bhfuil tú ann. V Ní shéidhteá deatach do phíopa Ag sgonnsa, poll móta, nó gleann Nac mbead Sean Dubh ar uair na meadhon oidhche Is nac diocair diúinn braon ar bith fhághail. VI A Sheáin Dhuibh muna naithreóchaid tú béasa, Is doiric a dheanann gach cás Ní mhaithidh Seán breathnac go héag dhuit. Ach cúig ghalun déag is trí chárt. Nuair a bhí an tamhrán seo raidhte aici, dubhairt sí go gchaithfheadh sí cuimhnuighadh ar bheart eigin i dtaobh na lachain. Chuimnígh sé ar an beart faoi dheireadh. Amach lei agus dól sí dhá ghloine eile den phoitín. Chuaidh sí amach ag feachaint ar raibh an máighistir ag filleadh. Chonnaic sí an beirt duine uasal ag tigheacht. Nuair a tháinig siad isteach dfiafruigh an máighistir ar raibh an

sí leithe, gur ithe sí an greim bheag agus an greim mhór. Amac leithe sa soileár arís, agus dól sí dhá adharc eile.
Tháinic sí isteach arís, agus dhearc sí ar an lacha eile a bhí ar an bpláta. Is aonraic an rud lach leithe féin ar an bpláta. Deirigh sí. Bfearr dhom an ceann seo ithe agus an peire chuir in aonthacht. D'ith sí an greim beag agus an grei mhó den lacha seo. Amac leithe arís agus dól sí glojne ele. Nuair a tháinic sí isteach thósuigh sí ag gabhail fhúinn, agus sé an t,amhran adubhairt sí ná amhrán an poitin. "Is deas an rud poitín sa tír seo Diocfadh sé an chíos is 'poor law' Leigheasach sé casacht na h oidhche 'S dhíreochadh sé an sean dhuine cam. II Is maith an rud buidéal de líonta Le tabhairt de fhear siamsa ina láimh Mar is rí mhinic a rinneadh lá saóire Thart timceall an tighe bfhuil se ann. III Bhí sean bhean shiar ar an inbhir, Nach raibh aici act an chaora amáin, Cheannuigh sí Bairrle do phoitín

Bhí cócaire ann fadó agus bhí sí an chliste, bhí sí ar aimsear ag duine uasal, agus ní raibh an duine uasal seo pósta.
Bhí an cócaire seo ag déanamh chuile short oibre dhó, ag nigheachán, cócaireacht is ag freastal ar an tighe. Bhíodh an duine uasal ag fiadhach gac aon lá. Lá amháin chuaidh sé ag fiadhach, agus sul ar imthighe sé, dubhairt sé leis ag gcailín dinnéar mhaith a bheith réidh aici gan é bheith gán na gortach, mar bhí duine uasal eile le teacht leis an dinnéar a chaitheamh leis. "Marbhuigh péire do na lachain mhóra sin, agus róst iad i gcóir an dinnéar, ars an duine uasal. Thósuigh an cócaire ag obair, agus mharbhuigh sí na lachain. Nuair a bhíodar nighte glán aici, chuir sí síos iad, agus róst sí go maith iad. Nuair a bhí sin déanta thóg sí suas ar phláta iad. Chuaidh sí amhac annsin agus dhearc sí uaithí agus nuair a tháinig sí isteach, chuinnigh sí ar an bpoitín a bhí sa soiléar. Síos lei agus dól sí dha adharc den phoitín. Tháinic sí isteach annsin agus bhuail ocras í. Báit an rud ceann de na lachain ithe ag breathnughadh ortha. Rug sí ar cheann aca agus níor sgar

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A great practice in bread-making in olden times was, to grate raw potatoes, and let the "gratings" rest in a basin, until the water came to the top. The water was then drained into another basin, and it was let rest for some time, until all the starch in it, sank to the bottom. This starch was then taken out an dried, and mixed through the flour in making cakes.

another twisht or two maybe, only that his wife came in shoutin; an' cryin', that their bhest cow was in a bog-hole. "O Laws a day sez Pat", an him jumpin out o' the bed "Oye think os she dead?"
"Is dead is a dure nail" sez the wife, but we'd betther ger her out of the bog-hole anyway. Pat hurried up, an' dhresshed himsel, an' et a bit, while the wife called the neighbours ta help them take out the cow

Pat - was out makin' hand-shakins in his meadow wan day, an' a terrible whirl bhlast came jusht is he was finishin' off the lasht wan. He sthuck his fork in the top o' it in ordher to prevent it from bein' blown away. 'An he thought he heard this pitiful moan, jusht the same as if he was afther proddin some wan wit it, but it died away in the bhlast, an' he forgot all about it. He was tired that night when he went home, so he went to bed early, an' it was late the nexht mornin' before he thought about gettin' up, an' he'd have taken

him what was his name, and he
said that everybody knew him, that his name was Jack Winter. "Oh begob" says the wife "you and the very man that I want, and she went over to the fine plates and she took down the stocking and gave it to him saying "that is for you , my husband told me to collect it for the Winter." So Jack took the money and went off with himself. That night when the hus_ band went hom, he told the wife that they needn't work too hard now for they had a bit of money saved up for the Winter. "begob" says the wife "Winter was here to_ day , and I have him all the money" The husband looked in the [?] and he found that the money was gone. He called the wife all the names that he could think off , and then he said that he wouldn't stay in the house any longer that he

There was a man and his wife
lived in a small house. They were very poor and were hardly able to live at all. One day the man bought a stocking and he told his wife to send up all the money she had or could spare, so that they would have it for the winter. The wife said that she would , and started to collect the money , and collected away and had a good little penny [?] collected by the N winter time. One day a travelling man came to the door and he asked for money , and she asked

tired. The churn was so full that
the milk couldn't turn around in it at all and they were doing no good. They churned away in their turns until their sister came home. You can partly guess what happened when she came in.

water anyhow and they churned
away for a while longer and they churned in their turns. But the milk wasn't coming on, and the butter wasn't coming on the milk. So they decided to put in more cold water . . They put it in anyhow, and churned away for another while but it was all the same. Then they said that it was time to put in the same hot water . So they put in some hot water and they fastened up the churn, and started off again. No use. So they put in hot water and cold water and kept on putting it in until they hadn't room for another cup of water in the churn. Then they put on the lid and churned away and it was no use in putting in anything now for they had no use, as it was full. So all they had to do was to set to and churn and churn until they were.

Treasure__ there was a fellow by the name of Daley and he was going Carro' to Taghuron wan night and he was put astray by the fairies. What
ever way he was brought away he found himself in Raina Crao Reac, but he didn't know where he was. He went into a house anyway and there was no wan t but an old woman sitting by the fire. She welcomed him and told him to sit down and take a [?] to the fire. He sat down and whatever look he gave around he saw a little rrom off the kitchen and 'twas full up of gold. He said something to the [?]: "Begod that's a fine room of gold" or something like that. "Musha", says she, "what good is it to me!" Wasn't it very blind

heard the old people talking about that. But wasn't Connor an awful idiot to go and hand up the money. Sure he had as much call to it, and more, than Devereux had.

On all Halloween Eve night when we were young we used to stay up until twelve o'clock to eat an apple. You have to eat an apple and keep looking into the looking glass at the same time. While you'd be looking at the mirror, and eating at the same time, the man you were going to marry was supposed to come and look over your shoulder, and you'd see for a moment in the glass.
It was often said that the "Ould Boy" (the devil) used come and look over the girl's shoulder. We used to have terrible fun about it anyway.

the money by this time, so the church spoke to her. "The two stones which are there beside you are your sisters. go down to the graveyard and get the sally-stick that is growing in the lower end of it and bring it here and hit each of these stones three times with it and you will have your sisters back" says the church. The girl thanked her, and then went down to the graveyard and got the sally-stick. She brought it back and hit each of the stones three times, and in an instant her two sisters stood before her. You may be sure they were overjoyed at meeting each other again.
The youngest daughter took up her bag of gold (there was a thousand pounds in it) and the three of them started for home. When they got home the mother was beside

her. She recovered and came to the place where the horse was. "Did you see a girl pass this way" says she to the horse. The horse came up to her and kicked her and bit her and gave her an awful time of it, but anyhow se recovered and came to the place where the sheep was. "Did you see a girl pass this way" says she to the sheep. The sheep came up to her and bunked her and pur out one of her ankles. She was nearly "done in" now, but she dragged herself on and after a while she came to the church. "Did you see a girl pass this way" says she to the church. But a stone fell from the corner of the church and killed her dead, and that was the end of her.
The girl was nearly done counting

"I haven't been shorn for a long time." "I will" says the girl. So she started and it wasn't long intil she had the sheep shorn. Then she went on and it wasn't long until she saw the church. "Will you sweep me" says the church. I haven't been swept for a long time." "I will" says the girl, so she swept and cleaned the church. Then she went out and sat down out the back of the church and started to count her money.
When the old woman got up and found the gold gone, she was very angry and she got her big stick and started in pursuit of the girl. She travelled on until she met the cow. "Did you see a girl pass this way" says she to the cow. The cow made a drive at and tumbled her up with her crumbly horn and half-killed

had three sons, and the eldest son fell in love with the eldest of the three daughters. They were going together for a long time and were very happy. One day the boy said to her "I'll marry you now if you'll get the lighting sword from an old man that lives in the village" The poor girl was in an awful way so she went to Sillything. "Never mind" said Sillything "I'll make that allright. That night Sillything set out in the direction of the village and inquired where the old man lived that had the lighting sword. She was told where he lived and she went to the house and looked in through the window. She saw an old man and his wife sitting at the fire and the wide was making stir-about she was putting the meal in the pot. Sillything,

quietly as they could through the window.
They didn't know where to go now but they kept going ahead, and at daybreak they came to a large farmer's place. They went up to the door and knocked. A big farmer came to the door and asked them what did they want. They said they were looking for work. He told them they came to the right place as he was in want of three strong fine girls. The eldest girl told the farmer then that her youngest sister was somewhat silly but she might be able to do many things around the place. The farmer said that would be all right to let her come along that she might be as good as any of them. So he lived them for a year. Now this farmer

insisted saying that "put your hand down in the bed and you will feel blood." When the two sisters found there was blood in the bed they got an awful fright and asked Sillything all about it. She told them all, how she took the necklace off the three girls necks and how the old man came in and killed them. When the two sisters heard this they thanked Sillything over and over again telling her that only for her they would be dead by this time, and they also told her that as long as she lived they would never see her in want. But there was no time for talking the girls thought as the old man might come in any moment and find out the mistake he had made. So they all three got out as

bed. All the girls then went to sleep except Sillything. When she found them all asleep she took the necklaces off the three girls necks and put them around her sisters' nacks and her own. At about two oclock in the morning the old man again came in on his tippy toes and felt around the bed, he felt all the girls necks. He thought the necklaces were on his own daughters all the time. So he got a big stich and he killed his own daughters thinking it was the other three girls he has killed. Then he went out of the room quite satisfied with himself. Sillything was wide awake all the time, and the moment the old man left the room she started calling her two sisters. They told her to shut up and let them sleep, but she

to get lodgeing for the night somewhere. They saw a light in a house in the distance and they made for it. They knocked at the door, and they were let in by an old man. They asked the man for a night's lodgeing for god's sake, as they were three girls going around seeking their fortune.
The old man said he would give them lodgeing all night but he said that he was very short of beds and that they would have to sleep with his three daughters. They said they didn't mind so long as they were in out of the cold. So they went to bed. These three got in the foot of the bed. At about Ain o-clock the old man came in [?] the room and put an necklace around the necks of his own daughters, and then he went to

There was a woman one time lived in Shan about eight miles from the town of Wexford. She had one son whose name was Jack. She fed him until he was seven years of age. There was an ash-tree growing at the back of the house that was planted on the day of his birth. When Jack was seven years of age his mother sent him out to see if he was able to pull up the tree. He tried to pull it up but wasn't able. She she brought him in and fed him for seven years more. She again sent him out to see if he was able to pull it, but he tried his best, but all he could do was shake it. So she brought him in and fed him for seven years more. He was twenty-one years of age then and he was the biggest man in the country at that

casadh isteach ar oileán iad, áit nach raibh ann ach aon teach amáin, agus ní raibh sa teach seo ac buachaill óg amáin. Dfiarr siad loistín agus fuair siad é.
Bhuel annsin nuair a bhíodar ag dul a chodhladh dubhairt an buachaill óg le Seáinín carac "Manam ar sesiean nach mbeidh sé seo agat anocht. Níl fhios agam ce chuirfheadh amuagh le do leitheid go spiosún í cailín chomh slathtmar, chomh dathamhail lei. Chuaidh se ag dúnadh an dorais annsin, agus dfiarr Seáinín ar onóir an breacín ná stopfhaidh sé ach ag dúnadh an dorais go mbéidh sé ina lá gheal. Níor stop sé ach ag dúnadh an dorais go raibh sé ina lá gheal. Bhí an buachaill óg sin ag obair ag duine uasal agus dimthigh sé leis nuair a bhí an doras dúnta. Nuair a tháinic sé abaile tráthnóna dubhairt sé le Seainin Carac. Manam nach mbeidh sé seo agat anocht a Sheáinín, Chuaidh an buachaill óg ag coigilt an teine annsin agus nuair a chuaidh dfiarr Seáinín ar onóir an bhreacín nach stopfhadh an duine seo ac ag coigilt go mbéidh sé ina lá geal. Níor stop an buachaill óg ach ag coigilt an

tualach atá ag Seáinín carach, caithfidh sé gur ghoid sé ó dhuine eigin againn é. Bhuel bhí aith giorra le dul aige annsin, agus chuaidh na fir óga an t aith giorra, ach ní fhacha Seaínín leo, mhar chaithfeadh sé dul trí choill agus bheadh na crainnte ag basgugadh an tualach air.
Chuir sé an tualach air dhruim agus chuaidh sé an bóthar fada leis an tualach. Nuair a bhí sé ag dul an bhóthair chonnaic sé teach mhór suidhte an thaobh an bhóthair. Nuair a bhí sé ag dul thar an teach,, chuir cailín uasal an tighe a cloigeann amac an fuinneóg, agus thósuigh sí ag magadh faoi. Annsin tháinic fearg ar Sheaínín agus dfiarr sé ar onóir an bhreacín mac óg a bheith aici uaidh trí raithe o indhiu. Nuair a bhí na trí raithe imthighthe bhí mac óg aici agus rinne a h athair an ionghantas as, agus dfiarr sé dhí ce leis an mac. Dubhairt sise gur le Seáinín carac é. Bhuel annsin bhí an oiread sin gráin ag a h athair uirthi, go ndhearna sé conra dhi agus chaith sé í féin agus a mac amach ar an loch Dfiarr Seáinín ar ónóir an breacín an trúir aca theacht le chéile agus neart le n ithe agus le n ól aca. Nuair a bhiodar ar an loc

Bhí cailín ifad ó shoin a siubhal amuigh ag braoch locha agus fuair sí páiste gasúir caillte ag an loch, agus thug sí abhaile é, agus thóg sí é. Thug sí aire mactheara do’n pháiste, agus sé’n t-ainm a bhí air Con.
Bhail bhí mac Chormaic Mhic Airt agus Con a teacht abhaile ó’n scoil, agus chuaidh a bheirt a throidh agus bhuail mac Chormaic Mhic Airt, bhuail sé Con. Rinn a bheirt annsin lá troda ina leithid seo a d’am nuair a bhéad siad ábalta. Agus nuair

Its is long in I mind o' now ta hear God be good to him spinnin' yaarns about the councellors cliverness, an' indeed the same man was full o' them an yid never be tired listenin to him, they way he'd spin them. Ocoureche thave them nearly all forgot now wan forgets them when they are gettin ould.
There was two men at wan time two neighbours, an' wan o them owned apair [?], an' the both o' them war very much alike is far is [?] an' appearance.

Twas always beleived, so it was, that the B--'s O' Doonsheeheen was very well off people. O' Courche I don't know, but I head me father sayin it god be good to him, that they had piles o' money, an' that they

When we were going to school long ago the master was very wicked. He used to have a big long stick and when he'd be beating anyone he'd always say: "[?] cess to it, if I dont take skin and bone"
Some people said he was a good teacher. He made a lot of good scholars and a lot of damn bad [?] too.

Talleys were used by servants long ago about here.
The used them to keep account of their money. They would put a long notch in the sticks for a pound, and a notch about half as long for ten shillings, and a shorter [?] again for five shillings. Says men would be absent from work would be marked with an "x". Watty Fardy was only an idiot and he bet Jimmy Cullen in the count [?] money that was coming to him. Watty had a tally and Jimmy Cullen had a book and Watty bet him. (beat)

Love it is able to conquer us all
But to make them all liars if you'll come with me It's a lady in America I will have you to beTo you Castle Oliver and Ballymore town Where me and me true love in the greenfields walk around The corn being shooting and all things seemed gay [?] thought on anyone since my true love went away.

To leave friends and relations to mourn for my sake
To leave dadda and mamma and go off with a rake Some day(s) I'm foolish and more says I'm not wise Some says I'm guilty of many a crime But to make them all liars then you come with me And sail to America my true love says he. Some says he's sailing for the Isle of man More says he's not, for a great crime he's done But to make them all liars you'll come with me I'll take you to America [?] true love says he Green grows the [?] and the tops of them small

In the city of Armagh there dwells a fair maid
[?] knows what I call her Lady Betsy by name With red rosy cheeks and snowy white skin The bright rose of [?] the pride of Rosehill.I crept under my love's window three hours before day Saying, "arise Lady Betsy come with me away" Saying arise Lady Betsy you know it quite well To leave friends and relations and Ireland farewell To go with you Johny is a thing I want do To leave Dadda and Mamma and to go along with you

Long ago a great game among children was "tig". One child would "tig" another and say at the same time:
"Tig toe, blast blow follow the fairies wherever they/you go" If you weren't able to return the tig you would be taken off by the fairies.

that lived near the king's palace were surprised to find a grander palace not far away from the king's. About three days after Jack and the young fellow that was at the feast got very jealous with Jack for getting the princess. [?] began as wonder how he got the grand palace all in the couple of days and he also began to wonder how it was he had the nicest dish and cover at the feast. [?] began also to think that he had some underhand way of getting them. [?] said to himself that he would have with Jack as a workman and perhaps he would find out something if he kept his eyes and ears open. So he went as the paralce and got the work. [?] was about a fornight there

and then he brought it into the room where all the guests were. He called for the man that [?] its dish. Jack knew the dish on the minute, and came forward to where the king was. "You [?] this dish?" says the king. "I do" said jack. "Well" said the king "it is the nicest dish in the palace." There were a lot of young fellows there and they couldn't believe their ears when they heard what the kind said, for some of them had paid up to one hundred pounds for dishes. "Now" said the king "you can marry the princess whenever you like."
The next week Jack and the princess got married, and the first thing he wished for was a great big grand palace, and plenty of servants. All the people

palace." "What about my wishing to lamp" says Jack "didn't we always get whatever we wanted by it" "O very well" said the mother "do whatever you like." Jack wished that his dish and cover would be the nicest at the king's feast; and he also wished for a grand suit of clothes. Very well and good, the days of the feast came, and Jack and his mother were there. All the high-up girls of the country were at it and all of them dressed up in the nicest and dearest of clothss. There was also a big selection of grand dishes there. The king went into the room where all the dishes were and started as becamin them. When he came to the dish that Jack brought he stopped and look at it for a long time

and if ever two people in this world committed gluttony they surely did. They lived very comfortably from that out, anything they wanted they wished for it and got it immediately. All went well with them for a long time.
There was a king at [?] time and he had one daughter. One day he gave a great feast. Any young man that would bring the nicest dish and cover would get hid daughter for his wife. Everyone was welcome to the feast, and of course Jack and his mother were going. "I suppose" said Jack "we will have to bring a dish and cover. "[?] [?]" said the mother "where would the like of us get a dish and cover nice enough to bring to the king's

But says she "it is very strange about the was you came home." "That must be a wishing lamp I have" Jack says to her. "We won't be long finding that out mother" taking out the lamp from inside his coat. "I wish" said he "[?] [?] table in front of me was full of the nicest eatables anybody would desire." No sooner had he said the words than the table was laden with the grandest of foods:- the grandest and finest cakes of break, big rolls of butter, meat of all kinds, and anything else that could be eaten.
You may be sure Jack and his mother were both delighted when they saw all the lovely things on the table. They sat down and started to eat

when he was lifted out of the cave and was flying through the air in the direction of his home. He landed at his own doorstep and went inside. He found his mother sitting at the fire with her face buried in her two hands and she crying as if her heart would break. "There is no need worry" said Jack "I'm back again safe and sound." You may be sure his mother was overjoyed as see him back to her again. Jack asked her where his uncle was and she told him she hadn't seen him since the two of them left the home together that morning. Jack then told her all that happened in the graveyard from start to finish. "Oh" says the mother "he was no brother of mine at all it is the Devil."

for it. "I did" said jack but I have it inside my shirt and I will give it to you when I get up the stairs. "You will give it to me before you lay one foot on the solid ground or I'll let the flag down again." Jack wouldn't give up the lmap, so in the wind up his uncle let down the flag on top of the stairs and poor Jack who left to pan the night in that lonesome underground cave. [?] was in it for about two hours and didn't know what to do. Then he thought of his mother, and knew at that moment that she was searching for him. So he started to cry and to lament. "Oh" said he "I wish to god I was at home." No sooner had he said the words

teine go ndeacha sé ag obair ag an duine uasal. Buel nuair a bhí se imthighthe dfiarr Seainín ar onóir an breacín, an teach is bréaghtha dar facas áriamh.
Bhí an teach is breaghtha dar facas ariamh ós a chomhair amac. Chuaidh sé féin a bhean, agus an mac isteach ann, agus dfán sé ann ar a shuimhneas ar feadh a shaoghal.

Níor fág Seaínín seo an tealach ariamh acht sa gcluid i gcomhnuidhe. Lá amháin dubhairt a mháthair leis dul amac le haghaidh canna uisge. Rug sé ar an gcanna agus amach leis. Bhuel annsin nuair a bhí sé ag an tobar chonnaic sé breacín san uisge.
Be dad ar seisean tuibhraidh mé isteach chuig mo mháthair tú, agus ar manam beidh an bhródh aici asad. Ó ars an breacín fág annseo mé. Ní feidir liom é sin a dhéanamh arsa Seáinín mar iosfhaidh mo mháthair thú. Fág annseo mé ars an breacín, agus rud ar bhith a iarrós tú ar onóir do bhreacín geobfhaidh tú é. Annsin nuair a chuala Seáinín é seo dfág sé an breac annsin. Lár na bhárach bhí fir óga an bhaile dul ag baint mionnfhriogh, agus dubhairt Seáinín le na mháthair go racadh sé féin leo. Ce mbeithea ag dul ars a mháthair mar nílar indhan rud ar bith a dhéanamh bhuel dimthighe Seáinín ag baint an mhionnfhriogh agus chroc sé leis ropa a raibh seacht nó ocht do throighthe ar fad ann. Nuair a bhí sé ar an sliabh shín sé siar a ropa agus dfhiarr sé ar onóir an bhreacín ualach a chur isteach sa rópa. Gearr go raibh an an rópa lan. ara ars nu fir óga feach an

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dia an máthair. Bhuel anois ars Dia, dorduigh tú le do bhean leabaidh an duine bhocht do chóiruighadh agus níor chóirigh. Buel ní deanfhaidh an greadaidhe aon mhaith an fhad is bhéas sé ag obair mall oidhche Shatharna, agus an teach a bfuil an balbhán ann, is annir í sin agus fanfhaidh sí mar sin go deo, agus an teach a bfuil an braon anuas, bhain sé sen luachra a thalam bhaintrighe, agus go deo nó go mbéidh an tuighe lobhtha béidh an báisteach anuas ins teach, agus i dtaobh do athair tá sé sin sa bhflaithis, agus sin é an fath a raibh lá garbh dá adh;acadh, agus do mháthair chomh bréag is bhí an lá, sé an tughdar a bhí leis. Ní fheadfhadh se dul chun na bflaithuis chomh luath le tathair.
Chuaidh sé abaile annsin, agus dinnis sé don fhear cen fáth a raibh an baisteach anuas ins theach thug an fear seo mála airgead dhó, agus dinnis sé a chás den fear a raibh an balbhán aige. Thug sé seo mála airgead dó, agus dinnis sé don ghreasaidhe cen fáth nach raibh sé ag déanamh airgead. Thug sé seo mala airgead dhó. Chuaidh sé abhaile annsin ag bhí sé saidhbhir uaidh sin amac.

wonder what would be the best thing for him to turn his hand to. He spent a long time thinking and trying to suck comfort out of an old pipe that was as innocent of tobacco as the day it came from the factory.
He suddenly jumped up. "Begob" says he "I have it", I'll go home and start making poteen, they say it is a great plan of making money. I'll make a little of it first in the parlour and then when I'll have some money made I'll build a house underground and carry on an extensive trade. Thats what Ill do" says he as he started for home, "but I'll have to be very careful for if the police got wind of it there would be an end put to my little trade in no time." He told his story to the wife. She said she didn't care what

to do with her, for they knew she would be of no use to them. she was so silly. They told her to go home and mind their mother but she wouldn't mind them Then they got a rope and tied her to a tree and went on their journey again. Poor Sillything was tied to the tree for about half an hour when a man came towards her on a horse and released her. She again followed her sisters. The two sisters had gone on a good piece by this time, but they again heard the noise behind them and looked around and there was Sillything. They were in an awful [?] now but they could do nothing but bring her with them. So they travelled on farther until the night was falling. Then they said to each other that they would have

trade or business he started as long as he made plenty of money to support herself and her family. It was not long until John started with the new industry, but he found it very hard to make it up to the mark for a long time. After a time, however he improved on it and it was not long until he started building the underground house.
He used to get sale for the poteen in a lot of counties outside Wexford. He wouldn't sell any of it in Wexford as he was always afraid of the police hearing about it. It was not long until John was a very rich man, and was not only able to support his family well, but was also able to lay some by for the rainy day. The neighbours couldn't

understand at all how he was so well off, because no one knew he was making the poteen. All went very well with John for a long time, until he began to drink, and one day in a public-house he began boasting about the great wife he had and the fine family. Then someone in the public-house asked him how it was that he became so rich lately. John being full of drink told him all about the "famous industry" he had started on condition that he would keep it a secret. The man said he would of course.
The next day John and his family were working away in the underground house when a boy came rushing in saying that four policemen were coming to

the house in a car John got an awful fright, but he told his wife and family to bring all the poteen that was in the dwelling house and put it in the underground house. They were not long doing this, and when all was reard John had nothing to do but wait for the police.
It was not long until the car drove into the yard. They got out of the car and tied the horse to the stable door. They then told John why they came there They told him that they had heard he was making poteen, and had come to find out whether that was true or not. John told them that it was all a lie, that he wouldn't know poteen from water, and told them they had permission to search the place and welcome. The police went inside and

Fléas were always fairly plentiful here in [?].
Had a fléa here wan time, he was an Italian fléa I think. Well the flea had twenty four eggs and she brought out the tweak four young ones. I saw That flea wan day bate a bantam cock and five chickens from The door.

searched the house from top to bottom, but could find nothing. John had a secret door in the parlour-floor to the underground passage, but it was so well put in that the police never noticed it.
But while the police were inside searching the house the fun was going on outside. It happened that there was an old tub at the stable door half-full of poteen that John forgot about when they were hiding it. The policemen's horse was tied to the stable door, and he put his mouth in the tub to get a drink, but he wasn't long drinking when he stopped as the taste was rather strange to him. But however strange the taste was it please him and he started again and never stopped until he had the

Around Ward's butcher shop, was always a terrible place for rats. There was rats there as big as [?] nice dog, and they'd nearly talk to you.
There was wan very ould rat there. She was blind and she hadn't a rib of hair on her body. Well every evening a young rat used to lead her out from the back of Ward's across the road to the stream. They used Love a [?] of straw. The young rat had one end in his mouth and the bald rat the other end ; and the young fellow used lead her across for a drink of water.

it is certainly a fairy changeling you have for a son. Murphy was greatly troubled when he heard this for he had only one son. "I'll tell you how you'll find out whether it is a fairy changeling or not" says he "when you go home tell him that Gort na Pisha is ablaze" Murphy went home with the iron welded. When he got inside says he to the child. "Gort na Pisha is ablaze, Gort na Pisha is ablaze" The child looked at him in a terrible fright. "Oh that's awful" says he "as sure as shot me little big on bellows are burned" and away with him out through the window and off in the direction of Gort na Pisha.

Go droichead Bhéul an Aonaigh
'S go Canada (Ceanannas) na Midhe II Da mbadh mise shiubhalfadh ’n méid sin Ní dóigh go mbeinn gan éadach, Go gceannóchainn dí bréidín Ar aonach na féil’ Eoin, Acht an bhean nach nglachfadh indé mé. Tá sí indiu ag géar gol, Acht nach deas mo chulaith éadaigh A chaill mo chos a’ siubhal. III Tá mo chur ’s mo threabhughadh-sa déanta 'S mo chíos rannta ar Éirinn, Mo chapall no mo chaora, Is ortha nach bhfuil baoghal Mo phaidrín ar mo mhéara Mo phéire croisín gré-gheal, 'S go bhfuil sgilling bhéal an Aonaigh Ar Pharliment a’ ríogh. IV Níor theastuigh de na chomhgar Acht cuirín agus clóca Go dtéigidh muid ’a chruinniughadh lóin 'Un a tír udaidh thart siar,

The uncle told Jack to go down the stairs and at the bottom he would come into a room and in that room he would see wonderful objects, gold and silver and valuables of all kinds. "Don't lay your hand on any of them" says he "but bring up to me a lamp, a very old lamp you will see hanging on the wall." Jack went down the stairs and into the room and saw all the gold and silver and a lot of other valuables but he didn't touch any of them. [?] took the old lamp off the wall and went upstairs again. When he came to the top of the stairs his uncle was waiting for him. "Do you got the lamp" he says and he putting out his hand

having any brother. [?] told her she was very young when he went in search of his fortune thirty years so. She believed him then and but a thousand welcomes before him.
The next day himself and Jack went for a long walk together. They came to an old churchyeard and went inside. They walked all around it, and then they sat down on a big flag in the middle of the graveyard. "Now" says Jack's uncle to him "I'm going to give you a surprise" so he touched a certain part of the flag and it started to rise off the ground. The glad kept rising until it stood on one end. Then Jack saw an underground stairs. They were going down into the darkness.

child had said. The smith said he couldn't produce such a flame as that, and also told him that he thought there was no other smith in the county could do it except one man that was living in Gorey. Murphy set out for Gorey and it wasn't long until he came to the smiths forge. The smith was inside working and he was a very old man, Murphy thought he was surely one hundred years of age. Murphy told him about the part of the plough, how no smith in the county could weld it, and he also told him what the child had said. When the smith heard the story he wondered greatly. "There is no other smith in the country knows anything about that charm but myself" says he to Murphy and

it he was surprised. "Do you know" he asked the boy "that you are talking to your uncle." "I don't" said the boy. "My mother never told me that I had an uncle." "Well" says he "I am your uncle and a brother of your mother, and the best thing you can do is come back with me home to your mother's house. You have no need of going to school to-day." The boy said he would rather be at school any day than be at home. "Oh come along with me to-day and it will be allright" says the man. So he went off home with the man Jack's mother (that was his name). He got an awful fright when she saw the stranger. [?] told her he was a brother of hers. She said she never remembered

night and it also had some very strange and witty answers. One day when its father was ploughing he broke a certain part of it. He brought it to a lot of smiths but none of them could weld it. One evening he came home with the broken part after trying six or seven smiths and told his wife he would have to buy a new part for the plough. The child was listening while he was speaking, and says he. "You need never buy a new part Daddy" says he "but bring it to any smith you like and tell him to heat it in a flame the colour of a bees wing. The father got an awful fright when he heard the child talking like that but anyhow he brought it to a smith and told him what the

There was a woman one time long [?] ago and she had one son. This boy was very bright and he was his mother's pride and joy. He was the brightest boy in the school.
One day when he was going to school he met a man on the road riding a horse. He was very well dressed and spoke very kindly to the boy. He asked him his name, and when he heard

Fuair sé an t-abhran seo ó Eoin John Sheáin Ruaidh as Gaoth Dobhair. Ta sé marbh anois, acht nuair a bhí Nellie, Bean Nic Ghairbhe ag éirigh aníos ’na chailín óg, cheannuigh sé talamh a bhí ag crícheanntacht le chuid talaimh a h-athara, agus bhíodh sé go minic ag
áírneal acú. 1. Bachach mise ar aon chois 'Gus siubhalaim fhéin go státamhail, Ní fhuil aon cearn hÉirinn. Nach dtoghfaidh mé mo chíos Ó Chorcaigh go Binn Éadain, (Eadair) "s go Baile Atha Chliath ’na dhiaidh sin

I have heard another story of a fairy changeling similar to the one in the beginning of this book. It is the story of a man and his wife that were married for a long time and had no family. When they were about five years married this man, Murphy was his name also, ploughed a field in which was a fairy path. Nothing happened for a long time but about a year afterwards a child was born to them. It was exactly the same size at a year old as it was when it was born. At two months old it was able to walk and has its nose in everybody's business, and at six months old it had all it's teeth. It could never be got to sleep but would slip awake almost all

IVAg malaidh da mbínn 'mo luighe ar leabhaidh go sáimh
Níorbh’ fhada liom an oidhche bhéinn a’ siar chur tháirsti mo lámh A dhá cedh chruinne ’na suidhe agus aoinneach níor leag ortha lámh 'S mar sneachta ar a’ chraobh atá piobain mhalaidh ’s a bráigh (brághad)

Díle (nó Díleann)) ní Sheachnasaigh an t-ainm a bhí ar mháthair Naoimh Cholmáin. Níl fhios ag an sgéalaí cérbh é a fear-céile - níor chuala sé tada faoi sin ariamh. Ach d’eirigh
sé dhuith go rabh a dritheáracha i bhfeirg léithe agus shocruíodar go mbáthfaidís í. Cheang- luíodar cloch faoi n-a muineál agus chathadar síos i bPoilltín Abhainn í i mBaile Uí Lí (paráiste Ghort lnse Guaire). Teigheann an abhainn faoi thalamh ins an áit seo. D’eirigh sí arís slán i bPoll Díleann (i gCúl, paráiste Cill Tártain). D’éalaigh sí agus tháinic sí go Charcar, i bpáraiste Chill Tártain. Bhí sí ar a caomhaint annsin agus chomhnuigh sí i sean-bhóthán beag icínt ánn. Annsin i gCar- har a rugadh Colman go h-aithghearr ina

Díle (nó Díleann)) ní Sheachnasaigh an t-ainm a bhí ar mháthair Naoimh Cholmáin. Níl fhios ag an sgéalaí cérbh é a fear-cáile - níor chuala sé tada faoi sin ariamh. Ach d’eirigh
sé dhuith go rabh a dritheáracha i bhfeirg léithe agus shocruíodar go mbáthfaidís í. Cheang- luíodar cloch faoi n-a muineál agus chathadar síos i bPoilltín Abhainn í i mBaile Uí Lí (paráiste Ghort lnse Guaire). Teigheann an abhainn faoi thalamh ins an áit seo. D’eirigh sí arís slán i bPoll Díleann (i gCúl, paráiste Cill Tártain). D’éalaigh sí agus tháinic sí go Charcar, i bpáraiste Chill Tártain. Bhí sí ar a caomhaint annsin agus chomhnuigh sí i sean-bhóthán beag icínt ánn. Annsin i gCar- har a rugadh Colman go h-aithghearr ina

gcrann sin ní bainfí an corp anuas go gcuirfí corp eile suas i n-a áit.

I mBaile Chaisleáin (par. Chill Thártain) atá an sean-chaisleán seo - is uaidh atá an baile sin
ainmníthe. Bu droch-dhream a bhí ina gcónuí sa gcaisleán sin (ach níl fhios ag an sgéalaí ná ag muintir na h-áite cérbh iad héin na cén uair a bhíodar ann). Bhí crann i bhfoisgeacht ceathrú- míle don chaisleán a dtugaidís Cránn na Crocha air (is ble baile fearainn Ballymanton anois an áit a bhfuil Cránn na Chrócha," adeir an sgéalai ach is i mBaile Chaisleáin a bhí sé de réir na sean-tórann). Nuair a crochfaí duine ar an

they all looking very gloomy. They told him they were all waiting for to be hanged. [?] was not long there when out came the princess. "You've come to answer my questions" says she. "I have that" says he. "Well

air an buidéal eile a thabhairt leis. Tagann an
tíárna talún, agus an buidéal aige, ach is gearr go mbaineann na saighdiúirí dhe é ar ordú fhear Chroc Meadha. Chaitfidh an tkiarna mór a dhul abhaile - falamh, agus tá a dhóthain ag fear Chroch Meadha an fad’s mhairfeas sé arís agus a dtioca i n-a dhiaidh.

be hanged on a certain day, and that day was when the first man would answer her questions.
There was a certain young man in the vicinity and he said he would try his luck. [?] was going along the road in the direction of the king's palace when he found a duck-egg on the road. "Perhaps this is my luck" says he "I'll bring it with me." [?] went on farther and he found a harrow pin. "Perhaps this is my luck too" says he "I'll bring it with me." [?] went on farther until he came to where there was a heap of horse-shit on the road. "Perhaps this is my luck too" says he "I'll bring some of it with me." So he travelled on until he came to the king's palace. [?] saw a great crowd of followers in the court year and

There was a king one time that had one daughter, and she said she would marry the first man that would answer her three questions or would be clever enough to trick her up on any question. So hundreds of men came and they weren't able to answer any of the questions. Anybody who wasn't able to answer the questions she condemned them to

kingdoms. They fought for hours and the two of them were nearly bet out but in the wind up Jack got one in on the the two-headed giant with his big walking-stick and stretched on the broad of his back on the ground.
Jack was fairly well winded by this time and was leaning on his walking-stick and looking down at the giant lying on the ground when the door of the castle opened and out walks a great giant as big and a half as the last fellow and three heads on him. He came over to where Jack was and saw his two brothers lying dead beside him, and you may swear he got inan awful rage, and says he in a voice like thunder. "You have killed my two brothers you young pup but you will have

went up to him and says he. "I don't want and of your old guff but the king sent me here for three bags of oats and that's all I want."
The giant drew his sword and made a charge at Jack but Jack went back for his walking-stick. He then went towards the giant and they fought a great duel, but after a time Jack got the better of him and laid him out with his walking-stick. But all Jack's troubles weren't over yet. When he had he giant laid out, out comes another big giant with two heads, and saw the other giant lying dead on the ground, and got furious. "you have killed my brother, but by my song you won't kill me." So himself and Jack started to fight and the like of it was never seen in the three

after a long time he came to the giant's mansion. When the giant saw him coming up the avenue, he orderedhis men to fire at him, so five or six of the men loaded their blunderbuses and fired at him. When Jack felt the bullets hitting him he wondered, so he put his hands in front of him and caught them. "Begor" says he to himself "them are the quarest hailstones I ever seen, I must bring them home and show them to the king," Jack went to the mansion and one of the giants came out and says he
"Fee faw fom I smell the blood of an Irishman I'll have his bones for my stepping stones I'll have his guts for my garters, and his blood for my morning dram" When he was done talking Jack

going on the king sent for the ould witch again. when she came he told her that Jack had arrived safely with the bull.
So the witch put on her considerin' cap and pondered for a long time then says she to the king. "Send him to the giant's castle for three bags of oats, and I assure you he won't come back alive from that place." The king ordered the worst looking

went to the king and says he "Your Majesty" says he "I met with an awful mishap when I was coming home with the bull. I was getting down a ditch when he slipped calf. It was a fine little red calf with a great big bushy tail. It ran away so fast that I couldn't catch it." "O! that's all right Jack" says the king "make sure that you have him well fastened for he is a very wicked bull." "Oh not at all" says Jack "he is a very quiet bull for when I ran after the calf he never stirred until I came back to him and brought him home." The king then told Jack that his dinner was ready, so he went in and found before him a great dinner of spuds and meat and cabbage, about as much as would do five ordinary men. While the dinner was

and the crows were creaking. Seven ould manes all shod and shorn their manes and tails in very good order.
Six poll-doll derrils. Five pairs of boots from Earls Four plum partridges, Three hairy herrins Two ducks and a fat hen.Another rhyme we had to say quickly was. If sea-shells see-shells on a sea-shells shore let sea-shells see-shells on a sea-shells shore. Polly sittin knitten in her china-shop as she sits she knits, and as she knits she sits Smart fellow-fellow smart smart fellow, ect.

and this was called "scent". This gave the followers a chance of knowing where to go. It is a very interesting game, specially when the scent couldn't be found for a long time. This was another game that we had, thry and say the following without making any mistakes, and say it quickly
Twelve blue pigeons, picking pepper off twelve new blue plitter platter plates. Eleven grey geese in the green fields grazing, green was the grass that the grey geese were grazing. Ten ould ministers in their pulpits "praching" MIne ould women and their pipes a blazing. Eight ould crows in the crooked crab-tree the trees were crooked

Children's games
When I was going to school we used generally play "tig". It would be given out on a number of boys on girls as follows. Hainie Mainie fig-idie fig Dil doll dom in in aw nig Block itie block stony rock Hum bum thrush O-U-T spells out and out you must go. That person would then be "on it" and would have to "tig" another chap and then he would be on it. Another game was "hunt the fox" two or three of the best runners in the school would be got and they would be let off for about ten minutes, and then a crowd would go in pursuit. The boys they would be following would throw pieces of white paper on the ground,

tub empty. Well half a tub of poteen is some drink even for a horse.
When the police had the house searched and could find nothing they came out and yoked the horse and went in the direction of Wexford. When they were about two miles from John's house they noticed something strange about the horse. They couldn't get him to trot at all, but walk at a slow pace and his head drooping. Then he started swaying backwards and forwards and at last came to a standstill. Then then started beating him with a stick and the horse made an effort to move, but the moment he did he fell on the road and stretched himself out and started groaning.

The police got a fright then, when they saw the horse dying, and didn't know what to do. One of them said he would run back to John Doyle's house, and get John to take the horse off the road for a few shillings and bury him, as they didn't know anybody else in the neighbourhood. The others consented and he went back to John's house. He found John standing at the stable looking into the empty tub. The policeman told him the story from beginning to end. John wasn't a bit surprised for when he found the tub empty he knew it was the horse that drank it. "Begob" says he to himself "I'd better get that horse away from them as soon as I can for if them buckoes get the smell of the poteen off

him I'll be sent to jail for long enough". He went back with the policeman to the place where the horse was stretched on the road. After some bargaining with them John decided to bury the horse for ten shillings. The policeman then went home. When they were gone John said he might as well make ten shillings more and took a big knife and put an edge on it Then he began to skin the horse. Everything went on well until he was nearly finished. He was finishing one of the hind legs, when he cut the inside skin. John noticed nothing until the horse made a kick at him, and then he did get the fright. The horse started kicking and tumbling on the road. At last he

got up and when he did the skin fell off him. Poor John kept looking on at all this with his mouth and eyes open, and who would wonder at him, and he looking at at poor horse waling around and no skin on him. He didn't know what to do with the horse now. He was considering would it be the best to shoot him when he saw the horse beginning to graze. This decided him. He put the skin on the horse again, but when he had it on he had no cords or ropes to tie it on, and of course it wouldn't stop on by itself. He went and got a few long briars and split them and put a couple of them around the horse's belly and tied him around the head with another. Then he brought home the horse and let him out in the field. He went out the next day to take the briars off the horse,

of Summer would bear fruit.

and tie on the skin with cords and make a neater job of it. But when he tried to pull the briars off the horse, he found they had taken root and when he began to pull one off, the horse began to kick. He had to leave him as he was.
After a couple of weeks the fun began. The briars began to grow, and it was not long until they began to bud. After a while he was seen going around in full bloom. The leaves then began to fall away and the berries began to form. They grew until they were as big as apples, and it is stated that one of them alone would make a pound of jam. The horse lived for ten years in this position in the spring he would bloom out, and in the end

but on the other hand if one of them bursted or flew from the fire they would be always fighting, and falling out.
None of these old games are played now but about sixty years ago Hallowe'en used to be the greatest night of the year. The whole night would be spent playing those harmless though interesting games. The parish of Glynn was very famous for all those games. These stories come from my grandmother. She died in 1926 and was 84 years of age R.I.P.

for I was also torn with thorns and bushed and" says he to her "that was all your doings, I am leaving the house no and I leave everything with you along with my curse. I'll have no more to do with you"
There is still another game that used to be played in this parish roasting nuts or grains of wheat. It was girls usually played this game. A girl would get two grains of wheat or two hazel nuts and pick them on the fire-shovel, and place it on the fire. One of the grains or nuts would be marked to represent herself and the other would be her intended. If the two of them burned away to ashes on the fire-shovel without bursting or flying off it, herself and her husband would live happily together

cord would be tied from one of the rafters to the center of the cross. There was four points on the cross, and on one of them would be an apple, on another a candle, on another a bar of soap and on the last a three-penny bit. The cross would often be put in motion and the game was to try and catch the apple or the three-penny bit in your mouth. Very often it is the bar of soap or the candle you would catch and then the fun would commence. Whoever would catch the apple or the three-penny bit could keep them.
Another game was peeling apples or turnips. This was a game the girls used to play. They would have to peel the apple or the turnip without breaking the skin, and

another game that had was "dipping for apples" A large tub of water was placed on the floor, it would be about half full of water, and an apple and a three-penny bit would be put in the bottom of it, and a person would have to take them out of it with their teeth. The whole head and part of the body would have to go under the water in order to get near the apple or the money. They would clap and cheer great for the person that would take up the the three-penny bit in his teeth.
Then there was another game two pieces of sticks would be got about a food and a half long and put crossways on each other and nailed in the center in the shape of a cross. Then a

be just in a big dish on the center of the table and they would then the bean-a-tighe would put her wedding-ring in it before all their eyes and stir it up well. All the young people would gather around the dish and start eating the colcannon like mad to see which of them would get the ring. Whichever of them would get the ring would be married inside of a year. There would be a great clapping and cheering when the ring would be found. I often heard my grandmother saying that Halloween was the greatest night of the year on her time. There were three farmers houses here close to each other and two of them would be vacant on that night. They would be all in the one house, and the

My grandfather often told me about the hard times, when he was young. Tea, and bread, were rare. In fact they used never have tea, only at Christmas and Easter. Stirabout was the usual food amongst the farmers. Wan day he was working, helping a neighbour at the hay. John Redmond was the neighbors name. It was[?] a very hot day in the month of June, and they were very thirsty.
Anyway, in the afternoon, out comes the woman of the house. "Mary O" they used to call her. She had a bucket of milk and some bread. They ere al delighted for bread and milk was a real treat, and they all fell to at once. "Begol" says wan of the men, " 'tis damn good" "Musha then", says Mary O, yous wouldn't get it only the calves.

I was fishing wan day down at a placed called Coolcliff near Ballymitty.I wanted to cross the river for you could fish better from the other side. I came to this place where there were stones across the river. I was this brown stone as I thought in the middle of the water. I stepped on it. What was it but a big fluke off with him like a shot out of a gunand he never stopped 'til he brought me to Shawstown. There was a tree across the river there and I caught on to that and came safe.
(Shawstown is about eight miles from Coolcliff, where he stepped on the fish T.OC.)

poor scholar travelling around the neighbourhood trying to earn his living and he happened to pass by Broon's place, and he saw the question on the pier unanswered. Now it happened that this Broon had a very ugly nose. So the Poor scholar wrote on the other pier.All the men between this and Naas wouldn't put a handsome nose on Broom's face.
I got this story from my father and he heard it from a man in Enniscorthy many years ago. He thinks the man's name was John Murphy but he is not certain.

there he saw all the stones back in exactly the same place as they were before he touched them. He never took any stones from the rath afterwards.

interfered with them stones anymore. The same thing happened in the parish of Glynn. There is an old rath or fort near the village and there are a whole lot of fine stones in it, at the present day and on two of them there are crosses. Well, anyhow some man was building an out house and he drew three of four loads of stones out of the rath and threw them down at the place where he was going to build the house, and left them there for to start working at the job the next morning. When he got up the next morning the stones weren't to be seen, high or low. He began to think someone had stolen them from him for fun, but one day he happened to be passing by the rath, and

There is another story told about the graveyard in Chapel Park down in Pollfur. There were a whole lot of fine building stones in the graveyard or near it, and some man took them out of it, and built a wall with them, right in front of his dwelling house. He was two or three days building the wall, and finished it off in the grandest of style. When he got up the next morning, there was no sign of the wall. It was the very same as if there never was a wall built on it. He wondered greatly where the wall went to. He went down to the Chapel park and there he found the stones back in the same place, just the same as if they had never been removed. You may bet he never

it was in her hands she resigned her last breath.
VI The days sport was over and sportsmen coming home We went up to Bree to drink on the fun We drank a health to O Neill May he long be the owner of a horse of good metal and courage undaunted He fears no high fence or difficult ground. There is another young sportsman his name I must mention I'm sorry I saw him thrown out on to-day One Mr. Apple a noble contender for fox hounds or hare hounds he'd master the play. But his charger was young and untrained she was killed And I hope again next year he will join the funds

IV
As fast as an arrow the hare kept before them But "Driver" was leader he kept hew view She looked all around her her limbs they were failing The poor creature was panting for want of her breath. She doubled her distance came back from Clonmore And then she prepared and lay down for her death. V Then sure the play it fell into a contention Each man promps his horse started using the steels Our gallant young here the play he kept leading No ditch or gate fence or no danger would shun if it wasn't for his exertions she'd be tore into pieces

The ash and the elm sycamore and yew tree
The spreading beech and hawthorn did this dwelling surround And on my return from this grand department. I behold a young sportsman and he counting his hounds III The dogs were all counted the hero he mounted A horse of good metal and superior speed He had scarce left the road all with his young whipper Full fifty sports men they joined him indeed. We went to Clonmore we soon started a hare there The echo of the horn did the valley ring round No music on earth could equal the music the charming cry of the true running hounds

On the tenth of February for sweet recreation
To Garbally Cross I straight took my way My spirits were awakened by the sound of a horn Down by Carrig-on-Ina how sweetly did play. I inquired from a friend what cause is this music In return in answer these words he did say. Those are the Bree Harriers just out from their Kennells I'm sorry I can't go with them to-day. II With quick steps I hastened to behold this fine music And to my surprisement its there I then found the lofty old oaks with its branches extemding And all sorts of game that was in its abounds

ould beggarman by the name of ONeill who kept coming there "along" (They never use the word "always" here, but "along" - "tis raining "along" etc)
Looking to put up there at night, They got so tired of him that they told Sutton about it and they asked him to do something. Sutton wrote out a verse and pinned it up on the barn door where the tramp used to stay. "Here lies the body of Wm. ONeill With a short leg and a skut tail He begged from Limerick around by Cairn And was murdered at night in Pat Crosbie's Barn" The devil another tinker came near the place after that. They thought it wasnt a safe place to stay.

and ran after the fox. But he couldn't catch the fox. When he came back to where he left the bull he found him standing in the very place where he had dropped him. He got such a fright he got dazed and stood rooted to the ground. He took the bull up on his back again and carried him home. When the king saw him coming into the yard with the bull on his shoulders he got a great fright again, as he thought that he would never come back alive. He told jack to put the bull in the house as he was afraid that he would do damage if Jack let him out of his hands. Jack put the bull in the house, for although he was a very powerful man he was a very obedient servant. When Jack put the bull in the house he

and it wasn't long until he made room for himself. When the bull saw Jack coming into the field he got raging mad, and his roars could be heard for miles around. "The poor bull" says Jack to himself "must be starving with the hunger of he wouldn't be roaring like that". It wasn't long until the bull made a charge at Jack . Jack waited until he was about ten yards from him, then he lowered his head and the bull jumped up on his shoulders and walked off with him. So he travelled on gaily homewards. On his way home he had to go through and old knock. When he was getting down a certain ditch a fox jumped out under him. "Oh! Begor" says Jack "he's after slippin' calf look at the fine tail of him". So he dropped the bull

he saw Jack with the great bundle of trees in front of him he got an awful fright, and he got terribly afraid of him. So he didn't know what to do. He wanted to sack him but he was afraid. There was an ould witch living on his demesne so he sent for her. Now it happened that the king had a mad bull so the witch advised the king to send Jack for the bull in a certain field and high walls all around it. Jack went off for the bull with his walking stick under his arm. When he came to the place where the bull was he could find no door in any of the walls around the place. So he gave the wall a couple of belts of his walking-stick

When dinner time come they were all going home to the dinner, and says Jack says he "Aint yiz goin to bring the trees yiz cut". The foreman said no, that they were bringing horses and ears for the timber. "Begor" says Jack "yiz could bring em home on your back ready enough". Jack went and got two of the longest and the thinnest of the trees that were cut and laid them together on the ground. Then he collected all the rest of the trees and put them crossways on them and bound the two long ones around them, the very same as he was tying a faggot. Then he flung them on his back and carried them to the kings palace, and threw them down on the ground... When the king heard the great noise of the trees falling he rushed out in a great hurry and when

time. He went out to the back of the house and caught the tree and swept it out of the roots. He got a hatchet and cut off the boughs and trimmed it. Then he said to himself "Begor it's about the right size of a walking-stick for me"
He put his "walking-stick" under his arm and said he would go and seek his fortune. He travelled on until he came to a king's palace. He lived with the king as a workman. The king sent him to the wood to cut timber with the rest of men, and he gave him an ace, that no other man could lift. There was a foreman going on in front marking the trees that were to be cut down. Jack came along with his big axe and felled each tree with a single stroke. and he overtook the foreman that was marking the trees.

....called Aile's old house. 'Twas in a field of Bill Strongman's. We lived near it for a long time. The ould man that lived there - he got sick and he had to go to Cork for an operation. Me father

My mother was down at the house wan evening, and she was talking there for a while. The house was on the side of the road. When she was coming out the door to go home whatever look she gave into the field across the road she saw ould Johnny standing in the field and he looking into the house

to be a nurse minding him all the time. She said that he was not the image of the child that was born.
My mother used often go down there and she often said to the nurse " Why don't you get a shovel of fire to him, like the farmer?" "I do be often going to" says the nurse. After two years he pined away and died.

It was often talked of that there was gold in the same place before by the old people. Well anyhow my great grandfather dreamt three nights in succession that there was gold buried there. After dreaming of it three times, he went to the place himself and another man and started to dig. They started to dig about twelve ó clock at night

He cleared away all the clay then and sure enough there was the crock. After great pulling and tugging he got it up out of the hole, and brought it inside. When he had counted it there were a thousand soverigns in it.My father told me this story.

ould beggarman by the name of ONeill who kept coming there "along" (They never use the word "always" here, but "along" - "tis raining "along" etc)
Looking to put up there at night, They got so tired of him that they told Sutton about it and they asked him to do something. Sutton wrote out a verse and pinned it up on the barn door where the tramp used to stay. "Here lies the body of Wm. ONeill With a short leg and a skut tail He begged from Limerick around by Cairn And was murdered at night in Pat Crosbie;s Barn" The devil another tinker came near the place after that. They thought it wasnt a safe place to stay.