St Patrick was another time driving the devil out of Ireland. He happened on him somewhere about the middle of Ireland, and he drove him southwards. When the devil came to the place known as the Devil's Bit, he took a huge bite of the land and ran away in the direction of Wesford. He ran on until he came to the Duncannon and St. Patrick following. He ran from Duncannon to Bannow, from Bannow to Duncormick and from Duncormick to Kilmore. When he got to Kilmore he was cornered, so he had no alternative but take to the water and into the water he went with his big load in his mouth. St. Patrick followed on until he came to the edge of the water and found he could go no further. He took up a

There was a man in Duncormick and he couldn't be frightened. Jeffers was his name. There was a Minister died in Duncormick, Adam was his name, and he used to be seen in the lane every night.
No boy would stay in the house. Mrs Adam, the Minister's wife tried several but, they would stay no length. Wan fellow who was supposed to be very courageous came to work there.
This night he was coming up the lane to the house , and a fellow from Duncormick by the name of Cox dressed himself up as a Minister and was on the lane waiting for him.
'Twas a moonlight night, 'Twas rather stormy and there were dark clowds passing over the moon and flashes of moonlight.
As the lad was coming up the lane Cox stepped out in front of him.
The lad ran for all he was worth
for the house, and when he got in he fainted.
This man Jeffers happened to be coming up the lane just after him and he met the "Minister". "Oh is that you?" says he. That was all the pas he put on him
He thought it too early to go home so he strolled

There was a strong man lived down in Blackstone, Duncormick about seventy or eighty years ago and his name was Phelim Neill. He was a big tall fine man and as strong as ahorse. There was a neighbour of his who had a horse that couldn't be caught and this day there were twenty men in the field trying to close in the horse and catch him but he was able

There is gold buried in a place down near Scurlogue in Duncormick and there is a hen and chickens minding it. There were a crowd of fellas went wan night to dig for it and they dug away for some time and a hen came and started to scratch back the clay again on 'em. The lads digging for the money didn't know anything at all about the hen minding it and wan of them gave her a kick and told her to go to

In the year of 1852 or 1853 the sea broke it embankment not far from Duncormick and floods four townslands of Riverstown, Blackstone, Cull, and Riverpatrick. My father lived down there that time and his name was Pat Furlong and he lost fifty sheep and sixteen prize fat hogs. The corn was all washed out of the barns and the cows had to be cut that tied the horses and key had to be let loose, and Key washed and away from the floods. There were over five hundred acres of land flooded and all of the crops were destroyed and the land gave no yields for three years afterwards. All ditches and boundaries were washed away and all houses were levelled. We came up here and are living here ever since. Our house fell and my brother was very small and he was damn near killed, I wasn't

There was a blacksmith in Duncormick wan time named Parle. He had a journeyman working with him.
The journeyman used be out very late at night & Parle didn't like it. Their two used to sleep together. Wan night Parle was in the bed when the journeyman came in. He knelt down to say his prayers at the bed; and Parle started dreaming mar sead: "Who'd hit John Murphy?" he says and he drew a wipe at the journeyman and laid him out.

door was shut and they began to say "Hie, out in the keyhole, Hie out in the keyhole". They all then got out, only one, and he was saying "Hie, at the keyhole". There was a man one night in a graveyard and he was on the lookout for the bodysnatchers. He was sitting down on a tombstone smoking his pipe, it was a fine Summers night, when two fairies got up and danced on a tombstone in front of him. He looked at them for a long time and at last says he "Well done shuckey shark" and in a moment all was dark.The fairies used to take young children long ago and leave in their places "fairy changelings". A child was taken from Lough Duncormick one time and there was an ugly looking

There was an Ould mill for grinding corn at a place called the Hill of the Rags to this day. This mill was owned by a man named Paul and his descendants are there still. Well this man used not be honest with the people as regards the corn, he used not give them correct weight and so cheated all the poor farmers that would go there with their corn to get ground.
In the end this man died and was buried. Soon after his ghost was seen going through the mill and crying out "Oh weights and measures" In the end the priest heard of it and came but could not do anything as he was a very delicate man, so another priest was sent for and he went to the mill and he called back the man in person and got the neighbours to build a house for him in Duncormick in a lonely place and there he brought the man and kept him there to as his purgatory. He was often seen go into the house from a shower of rain but was

The following song was made by a man who lived near Duncormick. His name was O'Neill and at that time, about sixty years ago and over there used to be ass races there and this man made the following rhyme.
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Attend me sporting heroes I won't detain you long.
My words are short and comical that I have in my song.
Its all about the races and the sights this day you'll see
Will you come unto the races we'll enjoy a golly spree.
Chorus
Oh come unto the races boys
Its lots of fun you'll see
Its lads and lass as they do pass
They are bent upon a spree.II
There's standings here from everywhere your sweetheart you should trate.