Imleabhar: CBÉ 0485 (Cuid 1)
- Dáta
- 1938
- Bailitheoir
- Suíomhanna
Tagairt chartlainne
An Príomhbhailiúchán Lámhscríbhinní, Imleabhar 0485, Leathanach 0073
Íomhá agus sonraí © Cnuasach Bhéaloideas Éireann, UCD.
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Íoslódáil
Ar an leathanach seo
(gan teideal) (ar lean)
“I'm a great ould seanachaidhe, am I, well ta tell ye the thruth, girleen, it reminds me o' ould times when ye come in an' sit here...”
(ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)undhersthand that I'm only tellin fot was the common belief o' the people.
Well ta come ta how this ould baker met his death, 'deed it wastn't on his bed, he died either the poor fella, but he was goin ta Carrick-on-Shannon on bushiness wan day an o' courche in them times there war no mothors or thrains, an' the people ushed ta have ta go long journeys on horshe-back. It was a wet day, an' there was plenty o' flashes o' wather on the road, an' fot di ye think if the horshe didn't shy at wan o' them someplace near Carrick-on-Shannon, an' Lord protect us from all harm before he had time ta thry ta save himsel, he was flung down on the hard road off the horshe's back, an' killed on the spot.
Well that was that. There was a man named Brian Hayden in Ballinacarrow, an' I spose he was about the only friend that ever poor ould Corcoran had, an' the poor ould man was seven yhears dead, now minda seven yhears, when the thing that I'm goin ta tell ye about happened.
There was a new blacksmith comin' ta Ballinacarrow at the time, an' o' courche ta be sure the ould blacksmith that was in it, didn't like the idea at all, so wan Sunday be Cripes while the people war at Mass, if the ould Blacksmith's wife didn't go to the New Blacksmiths forge, an' break(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)