killed at Hacketstown too. He lived where Hacketts live now & an orangeman killed him because he was after turning Catholic. A Pollard called the Big Smith was married to a Catholic girl. They has seven sons but he wouldn't let her near the Catholics but when he was killed with it years at Hacketstown she did rear them Catholics and four of them settled down here & their descendants are here still & that is how we have the Roman Pollards & the Protestant Pollards.

"Solomon called together tradesmen of all kinds and he got each one to demonstrate his skill before him. He gave the bush to the smith because he was the only tradesman who could make and repair his own tools"

This is a yarn how Micky the Smith drew a tooth. Micky had his forge in the townland of Cartronroe, an wan evenin, some ould man came in to him, an he

bheith ábalta ar Aifreann a léigheamh. Do léighimh
sé an t-Aifreann.
"Well anois," ar sisean, "a Tom Smith, ar sisean, "ná
imig-se bhuam-sa tréis an Aifrinn," ar sisean, "tá
beagán cainnte ’gam lé rá leat," ar sisean.
"Ní imeód, athair," ar sisean
Ombasa do bhí únúir age’n nduine bocht á dh’fháil nuair a chonnacathas do sagart é.
"Anois," ar sisean, "arsan sagart lé Tom Smith, "tair chúgham,"
ar sisean, "amáireach," ar sisean, "má bhíonn a’ lá breágh," ar sisean.
"Cathfam araon," ar sisean, "dul do h-Ufaram," ar sisean, "a’
bhfeadaraoís cabhail sé?," arsan sagart.
"Tá 'sa do maith," arsa Tom, ar sisean.
"Tair chúgham amáireach," ar sisean, "má bhíonn a’
lá breágh," ar sisean, "do raghaimid do h-Ufarann," ar sisean.
Do bhí an lá breágh agus d’imíodar araon lé cois a chéile do h-Ufarann.
'Rap'-áladar amu’ agus do tháinig an diabhal críona amach.
"Cu’ tá suas agaibh?" ar sisean.
Tá," arsa Tom Smith, ar sisean, "sagart é seo," ar sisean,
"a bhí dul a’ léigheamh Aifrinn," ar sisean, "amach ar
s

"Sin í í," ar sisean,
"Dhere sin í mo mháthair," arsan diabhal, ar sisean, "Sin í
mo mháthair," ar sisean.
"Is mé," ar sis "agus bei’ tú mar fhear ar fad agam," ar sise leis a’ sagart.
"Ní bheir mhuis," arsan buachaill, ar sisean, "Cuirfi’ mé
i leithéid seo sheabhamara thú," ar sisean, "seabhamara soir," ar sisean.
"Is cuma liom," ar sise.
D’áirimh sé trí cínn do sheabhamaraí do
gcuirfeach sé ănn í.
"Is cuma liom," ar sis.
"Cuirfi’ mé do sheabhamara Tom Smith tú," ar sisean, "mara maithfir do."
Lig sí sgread mhór.
"O", ar sise, "maithim," ar sise, "níos túisge ná raghad do seabhamara Tom Smith," ar sise.
Mhaith sí dho agus d’úntuíodar amach agus chas a’ sagart isteach aríst.
"Mhuise," ar sisean, leis a’ ndiabhal, teasbáin
dom," ar sisean, "seabhamara Tom Smith," ar sisean.
"Béidir nár bhfearra dhuit é spáint

changeling you have Tom Murphy”, says he. “When you go home” says the smith to Tom “tell him that the fairy rath is ablaze.” Tom got the plough-iron welded and went home. The child was sitting on the doorstep waiting for him and began clapping his hands with delight when he saw the plough-iron welded. “You got it welded at last Daddy” says he in the voice of a very old man. “I did my son” says the father, but when I was coming by Jim Doyle’s field I saw the fairy rath in one great blaze. “You don’t say”, says the child “that the fairy rath is on fire” and his two eyes opening wide. “I do, begor“ says the father. “O Lord” says the child “my bellows is surely burned”, and away with him through ditches and hedges in the direction of the rath.

you can change yourself back again. I'd never be able to go the whole journey with the thirst that's on me." says he to the black man. The black man consented, and changed himself into the two-shilling piece for half an hour. The moment the smith got the two-shilling piece he ran home and put a bar of iron in the fire and reddened it then he put the two-shilling-piece of iron and hammered it down over the two-shilling piece. "You'll hardly over come out of that, me boy when the half hour is up" says he. It was true for him the black man never troubled him after that and he lived to be an old man. Then he died and went to the gate of heaven and wanted to get in,

There was a smith one time and he was goin’ home late at night after been on the batter, and he was goin’ through a wood. It was about two o’clock this time in the mornin’. When he was in the middle of the wood he saw a light in front of him and when he came closer to it he saw that it was a man and he was sitting down on a stone and he had a table in front of him and on the table was a pack of cards and a heap of money. The strange man spoke to him and asked him would he mind playing a game of cards with him and he said he didn’t mind in the least. He was partly afraid of the strange man and when he saw the pair of horns on the top of his head he knew who was in or faith he had a fairly good idea. They sat down

company were getting’ in right form for their pockets were full of money. They were playing away when there came on the scene another man. This was a beggar man. The divil bid him “good night” and asked him would he like to play a game of cards and he replied he would and welcome. So he sat in and they played away. There were six of them playin’ now. The divil, the smith, the carpenter, the tinker, the tailor and the beggarman. They played away for some time and all the divil’s money was gone. The divil said that he had no more money, but he knew that they were all good sportsmen and would lend him some money. They all put their hands in their pockets on the minnit and gave the divil a pound each. The divil took the money from

battle of Hacketstown & walked 4 1/2 miles the day after to see the burying of the dead. "Tom" She would say to our storyteller "if you ever saw these things you would never want to see a rebellion in Ireland again. Tom's paternal ancestors the Ellises were Yeomen & Protestants & fought with the yeo's at Hacketstown. His grandfather was converted on his death bed. They were smiths & were [charged] about on the Fitzwilliam estate as the landlord according to him enlarged & "rounded off" the different farms. They were [charged] from a farm in Knocknabaley to Rasheenmore & later from Rasheenmore

When they were near the place they met Smith [Slater] & told him their business & he was very sympathetic & said if they waited that he would help them to load the bodies & he did. When they were coming back by his house he told them to tell theit mother how sorry he was for their trouble & said to the boy "Come up to my house. I have a parcel for her" but when he got the boy into the house he locked him into a room & went back to the girl but I never heard what he done to her. Shot her I suppose but anyway the mare went home by itself & the bodies in the car

Smith told the boy that he shot [Hume of Humewood] & that he would hang for it but the boy said he never knew or seen Hume except that he had heard his father speak of a Hume who lived up somewhere in the Wicklow Mts.
He put the boy in a car & brought him up the hill where Hume was shot & tried to hang him. I never heard how he went about doing it but I suppose he tied him to the shafts of the cart & then jumped into the back of it himself. Howsomever the boy was only 11 years old & a stone

path between two sloughs & the two pickets took after him but they ran into the slough & were near being drowned & when they got back they said a bogger of a croppy was after trying to rob them & they fired at him but missed him. Her brother got into old Tom West's a Protestant Quaker & stayed there till morning.
Ould Tom West told himself that one night when he was up with my grandfather (a smith in Rosheenmore) for a shoes for a pony he saw a man in the ditch with a white night cap & only one eye as big as a pewter plate in the

and Hunter Gowan when he saw us come he called his men & away did run like a hunted fox he crossed the rocks when he heard the sound of a Wexford gun He shouted out to Capt Nixon that Major Chamley he couldn't come and long Smith Slater he proved a traitor He too fell that day by a Wexford gun Heres sweet success to the Boys of Wexford They were not afraid to shoot an Orangeman or pike a Briton and on their bodies a slaughter made.Referring to the above Tom says "Forty years ago we were coming from the races at Carnew and old Mat Nolan "ruse" that up the street of Carnew and all the ould women

Doyle would call it, God rest his soul. Old Richardson ordered the dinner early when the men were coming too near the spot. He sent them down to their dinner at about 11am and when they were gone he fell to like a man and when he removed the edger there lay the pile of gold. When the men were coming back from their dinner they met him coming 'agîn' them and the big lump wrapped up in a riding coat.
Father Hickey was in Dublin shortly after that. He had business with the gold-smith. The gold-smith asked him
Have you a Mr Richardson in your parish?
Why sure replied the priest
Well said the goldsmith you will soon see him rolling in his coach and four.
I don't know if he ever rolled in his coach and four. He never gave a penny to the old woman. The Richardson had no luck with the money. Two of them got killed. They had a fine business house in Doon before that and branch houses in Cappawhite and in Holly fort, but things didn't go well with them. I often heard that they were bringing a load of whisky from Holly Ford or Cappawhite to Doon and the cart got capsized at Cahernahallis Bridge. That whisky was so strong that the water of the river would set you drunk 2 miles below the bridge.
Young Mr Pat was driving from one of their farms in Bilboa one evening when he got killed. Mr Thomas

"Beneath this verdant Hillock lies Damer the Wealthy + the WIse" etc - Dean Smith.
Damerville. The extensive ruins remaining are not those of the Court but of the steward's house.

Ushen't they tell this wan round here about Pether the Smith, sure I mind well ta hear ould Thomas Moran the shoemaker narratin' it in this very house, (Lord be good to him)
Ye know Pether was a great friend o' the Good-peoples, they

duine bhoicht," ar sisean
Do bhuail sé cloith [culaith] an Aifrinn chuigis ’n-a mhála agus leabhartha an Aifrinn agus
nach ao’ ní’ bhuineas leis an Aifreann agus do bhí sé chuir do ó thig do tig agus ucaras do minic air agus 'n-aon áit do bhfaghach sé bia beirithe
d’itheach sé é agus é ’meacht i gcló aon duine bhoicht.
Bhí sé siubhal ar feag áirithe mhór aimsire.
Dubhairt an Pápa leis sarar imi’ sé do gcaithfeach sé párdun a dh’fháil ó’n mbean san agus dul go Ufaran a’ triall uirthe agus ná raibh aon duine chuin é thúbhairt do Ufaran ach
'mháin Tom Smith agus ná faigheach sé cead a
d’fhiafruí’ cá raibh Tom Smith dtí do mbuailfeach sé leis gan choinne.
Bhí sé ag imeacht leis agus do casach isteach i mbail' é ar bhruach na farraige tráthnúna
Sathairn agus do tháinig buachaill isteach agus
beart mor éisc ghairbh aige. Fuair sé ósduíocht na h-oídhche ănn agus do shuig sé 'sa

sin," ar sisean, "agus léighfi’ mé Aifreann díbh," ar sisean
Do ghlaoch ar Tom Smith is do tháini’ sé.
"Tá sé is dócha," arsan sagart, ar sisean, "i n-am an Aifrinn," ar sisean.
"Ó is dócha do bhfuil sé déunamh air," arsa
fear a’ tí," ar sisean.
"Well is fearra dhúinn é rá ar an am," ar seisean "ná bheith déunach," arsan sagart, ar sisean.
Do shocaruig a’ sagart suas altóir beag ar a’ mbórd. Ar seisean le Tom Smith, "a’ bhféudfair a’ t-Aifreann a dh’fhreagairt?"
"Ó féudfad agus míle fáilte," ar sisean, "Is minic roimis seo a dhineas é," ar sisean.
"Tá’n sgéul 'alright' mar sin," arsan sagart, ar seisean,
"Glaoghaíg ar mhuíntir a’ bhaile anois," arsan sagart, ar sisean, "do dtí ’n t-Aifreann" ar seisean
"a’ méid a gheóig slí ’steach aca".
"Baile beag iseadh é," arsa fear a’ tí,"; ar sisean "gheóig a’ baile ar fad slí ’steach," ar sisean
Tháinig an seanduine ba shine agus a’ tseanabhean agus úntas ortha an duine bocht a

There was once a man living in the parish of Adamstown. He was married and had one child. When this child was about ten months old, the father began to notice that it was very witty and had some very old sayings and nobody was ever able to make him cry. The father, Tom Murphy was his name, began to think that his child was “no right thing” and began greatly to fear that that it had something to do with the “good people”
One day while Tom Murphy was ploughing he broke some part of it. He went to a lot of forges for miles around but none of the smiths were able to weld it. One morning he got up and told his wife that he would have to buy a new