School: Ballivor (roll number 9380)
- Location:
- Baile Íomhair, Co. na Mí
- Teacher: T. Ua Conmhidhe
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- (continued from previous page)anything to you, he would say, "I know, I know", said the crow.The Robin.
The robin got his red breast, when he tried to pick the thorns out of, Our Lord's head. The black jet turned up his tail, and mocked Our Lord. So you should kill the jet, but you should not kill the robin. (The jet is a long black insect that creeps about in the garden. He is called "daoil in Irish.)If you saw, a lady bird in the grass, you would say.
Lady-bird, Lady-bird, fly away home. Your house is (no) on fire, and your children alone.
