There was a hedge school in Glangevlin, in the County of Cavan. Brian Mc Govern was the teacher's name. He used to go to the children's houses to sleep and get his meals. My grandmother used to go to school to him. There was no government pay in those days.{Mary Flynn, from her father, Michael Flynn, Carntulla, farmer aged about 60}

There are many fairy forts in Glangevlin. It is on the tops of hills they are situated, and all in sight of one another. Beside this school there are two of them. They are circled with brushes and the centre is covered with green grass. There is one on the top of a hill in Legnagrow and another just opposite it in Mully. On Hallow Eve people say that the fairies come out and dance and play music around their dwelling place in Legnagrow. It is believed that they do this on that night to try to entice some young person and especially a woman to come and live with them. This fort is called "Ráth an Dúin"

Nearly all the Poets who lived in Glangevlin long ago lived in Derrylahan. The poets belonged to a family of the Maguire's. They were able to write history in Poetry and could make a song and put music on it in a few hours. It is said that they often wrote a few lines in poetry ordering rats to leave a house and go to another one and live there instead. About seventy years ago, a very rich merchant lived in Blacklion. He had four servant boys. After a few years, he noticed himself getting poor, even though he was selling and getting in plenty of money every day. He couldn't find any fauld to his servants, so at last he made up his

It is also mentioned in a a song composed by James McCaffrey who lives in the townland of Garvolt in the parish of Glangevlin. "The parish priest of the great McGovern clan, brought forth to light such honour bright to Moneensauran and Glan".The land on the whole is fairly good. There is some bog in it. There are a good many rivers and streams in this townland. There are no names on them. There are no [ods] growing in this townland.

This song was composed by a man named James McGuarty who lived in the townland of Gub, in the parish of Glangevlin, Co Cavan.There is a lake in the townland of Doonmakeever James McGuarty saw a donkey on each side of the lake. One belonged to Cormac McGovern of "Lake View House" Doonmakeever and the other belonged to Larry McGovern of Tullnacross. Cormac McGovern supplied the R.J.C with turf - "(in service with her Majesty")

Nearly all the poets who lived in Glangevlin long ago lived in Derrylahar. The poets belonged to a family of the Maguire. They were all able to write history in poetry. It is said the often wrote a few lines in poetry, and could make a song and put music on it in a few hours. Is is said that the often wrote a few lines in poetry ordering rats to leave the house and go to another one and live there instead. About seventy years ago a very rich merchant lived in blacklion. He had four servant boys. After a few years he noticed himself getting poor, even though he was selling and getting plenty of money every day. He could'nt

Many years ago there was a battle between Owen Roe O' Neil's army and the English on the borders of Glangevlin and Killinagh on Hugh Mac Manus's fort in the townland of Derylahan The armies retreated to Lough Mac nÉan and they also fought there. The English forces were on the far side and Logan Roe was on the *Toam side. It was that fighting which caused the heights now to be seen and the shells cut the hills thus making valleys. Both the armies fought for two or three months and in the end Logan had no support for is army but one bullock. The English army had about one hundred of the same kind of animals. Logan tried a plan to get them. He took the remaining bullock to a little wood and tied him to a tree. Then he covered him with straw and set fire to it. The bullock on feeling

Mr Stephen De Lacy a man now 85 yrs. of age lives in Glangevlin. He is a brother of a certain Hugh De Lacy, a former schoolmaster in the same Parish. He is a native Irish speaker and probably the sole-surviving link between the days when Glangevlin was a "Fíor-Gaedhealtacht" and the present.His English is fluent, his Irish more so. His love for recounting old historical events of his own time and his capacity for pouring forth old ballads and legends in both tongues is equalled only by the remarkable love he has for his old clay pipe.Here are some of the ballads he gave to me in the course of our three-hour "Ceilidhe". - one in Gaedhilg, two in Beárla. - This will help to illustrate the remarkable fact that he showed a marked preference to speak in English, speaking in Irish only, when pressed to do so- (?)Mo Shean-leanna Dóighthe. Mo Shean-leanna clocha fádha aige,
Ní hé an fuacht thug a bhás dom Séan-lanna
Tá sean- bhróga, spuin-bhróga gus bróga mio -úr' aige
Ní h é an fuacht thug a bhás dom Séan-leanna Dóigthe.

as Mullaigh, Michéal Ó Doláin as Cuppenagh, agus Micheál Seannon, Golagh.Bhí Tomás Mac Samhráin Gub beagnach ceithre fichidh bliadhain daois nuair a fuair sé bás.Bhí fear eile i Moneensauran darbh ainm dó Pronnsias Mac Samhrán agus sgríobh sé amhrán Dreagh fén Athair De Lace a bhí mar séipilíneach i mbaile na gCléireach. Seo é an t-amhrán.IOh people of Glangevlin, Glangevlin's valley fair,Your son, your sagart is cold in death in a valley over thereIn the parish of Ballinaglera like a young and blushing bride,In his youth and bloom laid in the tomb,Down by Lough Allen's side.
IIHis brothers and his sisters have lost a guiding handBut Heaven has one more saint obeying God's command,We pity his dear father, his dear mother went beforeAnd with the Angels met him on that bright eternal shore.

Tulaigh-na-h-Altóra = The Hill of the Altar, probably where Mass was said in Penal Days.
Tulaigh Dirmuda = Dermot's Hill
Sraith-Leathan = A broad green meadow or Sraith along the river
Gob-Ráth-Mhullaigh = The peak or point of the top of the fort.
Sliabh an Iarainn = The mountain of the iron. It is said iron was found there long ago and smelted in An Muileann Iarainn now called Swanlinbar
"The Gap"Gleann Gap is the opening in the mountains through which the fairy cow "Gaibhleann" passed on her way from "Gleann Gaibhlín or Glangevlin.
Doire na Craoibhe = The Branchy Oak
Port = The Bank or highest point of the road leading to Glangevlin
Crann-cam = The name of a field where probably a crooked tree grew
Léana-Bhán = The white meadow -another field

Hugh McMorrow tells a story about a "fort" he saw at his Grandmother's place in Glangevlin. The "fort" is made of big stones and the walls are very thick. Inside in it there is grass growing.
One time a man brought away one of the big stones. He was building a house for a Protestant and he wanted a big stone for a window. He took a stone and built it in. When the house was built the Protestant came to live in it. Every night when they were in bed they used to hear the stone shaking and making noise. The man of the house told the man that put it in to take it out and leave it where he got it, because it was causing him great trouble. He could not sleep at night listening to it making noise and shaking. So then the man took it out and left it back.

Long ago evictions were very common. To evict a man is to hunt him from his house and farm.
There was an eviction about the year 1893. This eviction took place in Corlishbannon. About 100 Policemen and a Sherrif came to evict the man and his family. There were 200 people there also, and the Glangevlin drum.
One of the Sherrifs went outside and went in on the loft outside, but the people took the trap-door off its hinges, and shook straw on the floor so that the trap-door was invisible. When the Sherrif came out he fell down but was not in injured. The people in this house went to America but they got back again in three years, and took possession of their house.

Local Heroes: Strong Men (Contd)to Glangevlin, Co. Cavan, across the mountain.Collected by Mary and Michael Flynn, pupils in the Slievenakilla National School, from their father, Michael Flynn, of Carntulla, farmer.

Local Hereos: Swift Runners (Contd):In the townland of Doire na gCaor there lived until quite recently Frank Flynn (nickname "Suck"). He was the husband of Caitlin bean Ui Fhloinn - see page 5) who was a noted fluteplayer. I have heard him often play all the traditional reels, jigs and hornpipes. He played at all the weddings that took place in the three surrounding parishes for nearly half a century and also after the wedding when the bride was going to live in her new home (this occasion was called the "dragging-home"). Frank was one of the first invited to the drag.
It was on one of these occasions he showed his athletic abilities when he ran down and killed a hare on the mountain side between Ballinaglera and Glangevlin. The bride on this occasion was a sister of the late Hugh Mc Greal of Slievenakilla, an aunt to the present Myles Mc Gourty, who was married to a man

There was a great wind storm on the 6th of January about eighty years ago. It stripped all the houses on "The Rock" and it swept all the hay and corn out to Glangevlin. It lasted for two days.
Note: "The Rock" is a hill above "the Shooting Lodge". One time there was fourteen houses built on it and now there are only two.
There was a cyclone about the year 1912. It swept everything that came before it. It swept reeks of hay and tossed trees

There was a branch of the Land League in Glangevlin The famous Charles S. Parnell and Michael Davitt held a meeting in Blacklion. There are some of them living yet who took part in the Land League. They who took part in the Land League would take out anyone that would pay rent and dip them in the river.
These men were called
'' Moonlighters. '' They used to fire shots over their heads also. They used to take them out at night also. There were plenty of families in this district put out of their homes.

Certain days are thought lucky for going certain work, and other days are believed to be unlucky. Some years ago the farmers in [Glangevlin?] used to start their crops on Good Friday after twelve o'clock. Very few do that now, even though a very good harvest always followed. On May Eve nobody would give away anything by loan or by anyother way because the good luck of the year might be given away also. Long ago, it is said, some people used to go to their neighbor for the loan of something on that evening. This was done so that they might have the neighbors luck.
Sheep are never clipped on Monday, as it is thought some accident would happen to them afterwards. Friday is supposed to be the luckiest day in the week to start any work. About eight years ago a man was building a new house. He went to a mason on Sunday evening and told him he would start work Monday morning. While he was away a strange woman came to his wife and said: "You are going to build a new house, well, don't build it on the old foundation, and start the work

John McGovern who lived in the townland of Tullycrofton in the parish of Glangevlin Co. Cavan was a very swift runner.
About fifty years ago there was a market in Enniskillen and almost every one was riding on horse back to it but John had to walk. He walked twenty miles to Enniskillen and when he was coming home he ran the post - horses from Enniskillen to Belcoo a distance of ten miles. He walked ten miles home afterwards. He must have been a very strong man too. He went to a man who was living about two miles from his house to work. The payment he wanted was a load of potatoes. The man was satisfied to give him the potatoes because he thought he would only be able to carry a hundred of potatoes. John emptied

There was a hedge school in the townland of Derrynananta in the parish of Glangevlin in the County of Cavan. The school was an old byre on a rock. There were stone seats in it. Each pupil carried a little ''sugan'' of hay to place on his own seat. The subjects usually taught were reading writing, spelling and arithmetic. Spelling was the first thing taught. When proficient at spelling they were taught reading. The spelling was taught in syllables, that is they pronounced each syllable of the word after they said the letters of the syllable of the word and when the word was finished thus they pronounced the whole word. Writing was not taught until the pupils could spell and read fairly good. The first writing was done on slates. The master gave a headline to each pupil and they were usually proverbs. Copybooks were used after the slates. There was only one subject taught each day as a rule. The last subject taught was arithmetic. The people of those days spoke Irish and of course the teacher and children conversed in Irish during the day. When school was over the teacher was invited,

There was a young man residing in the townland of Derrynanta in the parish of Glangevlin, Co Cavan. He dreamed three times of a bridge in English that was named "the Bridge of Good Luck" He said to himself that if he found that bridge he would get gold. This young man went over to England and he walked through the land until he came to a bridge that was like the bridge of his dreams. Standing by the bridge was a man who said to him " I have had a strange dream I saw a house in Ireland where a young man lives. There is gold buried beside a thorn bush in his meadow""Yes" said the young man "that is very strange", Without giving his name to the man, he turned and went home. As soon as the young man got home to Derrynanta, he took a spade and began to dig beside the thorn bush in his meadow. He spade struck a stone and under the stone he found a crock which was full of gold. He lodged the gold in the bank but kept the stone in his house. There were words carved on the stone which he could not understand. They were in a language which was not Irish nor English. Years passed and all the money in the bank was spent, but still this young man