Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 1)
- Date
- 1938
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The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0485, Page 0126
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“Easther Sunday round here in ould times, was very different besides fot it is now.”
(continued from previous page)or maybe lead him off it, if they wanted to annoy him, an' its said that the night he died (Lord be good to him) the Banshee was heard be several ta cry more lonesome for him, than ever she cried for anywan, that ever died before or since.
Well anyway thats gettin a bit away from me sthory, Robert, was nearly halfway on his journey, when this youngsther, an' he was sure it was wan o' the Walshes didn't come runnin' afther him, an' stharted pumpin up on his back. "Get away ye little devil ye" sez Robert to him. But the little lad only laughed at him, an' wouldn't go away. "Be goin' wit ye sez he more cross to him or I'll flair yer cotton for ye The little lad only sthuck out his tongue at him, an' stharted shoutin "G'wan ould ass" to him.
Robert when he heard this roared out a curshe, that I'm afraid many papers wouldnt like to print, an' the minnit the little lad heard it, he disappeared
Robert went the resht o' the way in peace, an' when he went inta Walshes the firsht queshtion he asked, was:-
Where's that young devil o' ye'rs antil I give him a leatherin, an' he stharted ta take off his belt.
"Fot did he do ta ye now", sez Walsh.
Ora he nearly pulled the creel o' praties off me back(continues on next page)