Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 1)

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   “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...”

   

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   there never was such a day before or since for sthorm, an’ thundher an’ rain, an’ the threes along the route o’ the funeral were split to the roots, two ould men wen made deaf wit the thunder, an’ the rain came in river down the reek. That was the end o the Buachaillin na Cnuicke, but is I said before, he cries, before any sad event that follows in Ireland. Well thats the end o’ our story tellin for tonight, an’ Ill jusht sing ye a sthave o’ a song that I ushed ta hear the ould people singin

   

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2. The Claragh Fort

   

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   The Claragh Fort I There’s a great fort thats called Clargh Near the cot where I was born With a dear old hath upon it Cart around with lamar[?] and thorn There the fairies play at midnight Disporting[?] on the green With fairy lights atwinkling Around the fairy king. II Sure no one ever sees them For the place is secret too When coming home from sambles[?],

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   Date

   15 Márta 1938

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   Béarla

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

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   • John Gallivan