Volume: CBÉ 0189

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1. Pisreoga (continued)

   

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   not let him do it.

   

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2. Cow

   

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   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 handed it to him."
   He had two bottles in his pocket, medicine I suppose. And he mixed some of wan

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   Date

   Márta 1936

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   Béarla

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

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   • Jem Coady