Scoil: Bullán (uimhir rolla 13432)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Weather-Lore (ar lean)

   

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   Níl tú logáilte isteach, ach tá fáilte romhat tras-scríobh a dhéanamh go hanaithnid. Sa chás seo, déanfar do sheoladh IP a stóráil ar mhaithe le rialú cáilíochta.

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Loud quacks the duck The peacocks cry, the distant hills are looking nigh And seeing yon rooks how odd their flight They imitate the gliding kite And headlong downwards seem to fall As if they felt a piercing ball It will surely rain I see with sorrow, Our jaunt must be put off till morrow. Hark how the chairs and tables crack Old Bettys joints they are on the rack. Got from; My uncle Pat age 64, Ballykeerin, Bullaun. By: Patrick Flannery, same address on the 20th May 1938.

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2. Hidden Treasure

   

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   Hidden Treasure

   There is supposed to be a treasure found about a mile from our house. Near this spot there used to be a light seen every night at about twelve o'clock. One night a man said he would dig there. He did so and when he had dug down a piece he met a crock. Just as he was about to pull up the crock he was shoved and hid against a tree and was killed in the instant.

   Got from: My uncle Bullaun, Loughrea.
   By: Thomas Fahy, same address on the 24th May 1938

   

   Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.

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