Volume: CBÉ 0036 (Part 2)

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1. Grace (continued)

   

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   So, Mick sat-down on the settle bed an after talkin for a while about wan thing an another it came to supper time.
   Mary rig up the stirabowl an she peel the [?] steamin dish of it on the middle o' the table an put a noggin o' milk an a spoon for each person around about. They [?] Buck to sit ni, an be eatin. So he took off his hat an sat down wid the next o' them.
   The man o' the house started eatin but Buck didn't . Why ain't ye eatin Buck says he. Well beggin ye'r pardon says Buck. I never ate me males widout saying Grace. Oh that indeed, says Sean.

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   History Edit

   Date

   1929

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   Béarla

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script