Scoil: Bracknagh (2)
- Suíomh:
- Breacánach, Co. Uíbh Fhailí
- Múinteoir: S. Mac Giobúin
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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0800, Leathanach 059
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Ar an leathanach seo
(gan teideal) (ar lean)
“On St Brigid's Eve many people...”
(ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)On St. Brigid's eve many people make a little cross of wood & put it over the door of the house.(gan teideal)
“On Shrove Tuesday pancakes are made and a ring is put in each...”
On Shrove Tuesday pancakes are made & a ring is put in each - whoever gets the ring supposed to be married in a year's time.(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)- Faisnéiseoir
- William Donegan
- Inscne
- Fireann
- Aois
- 64
- Seoladh
- Baile Sheáin, Co. Uíbh Fhailí
(gan teideal) (ar lean)
“On St Martins Day some people kill a fowl and sprinkle its blood on the door post.”
(ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)On St Martins day some people kill a fowl & sprinkle its blood on the door post. No mill wheel is turned on St. Martin's day & no machine is worked because St. Martin was killed by a mill wheel.(gan teideal) (ar lean)
“On St Stephen's Day the wren boys travel the district singing songs...”
(ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)On St. Stephen's day the wren boys travel the district singing songs, dancing & playing violins; The people give them money. They dress in very funny clothes and put vizards on their faces. They generally have some rhyme. The rhyme in this locality is:-"The wren, the wren, the king of the birds,
St Stephen's day was caught in the furze;
Altho' she was small her family was great,
So rise up landlady & give us a treat;
We followed her up & followed her down,
We followed her into Rathangan town;
We broke her back & we split her bill,
And we caught her on top of Kilmantic hill;
Up with the kettle & down with the pan,
Give us our answer & let us be gone.