There did a man live in Lattin long ago by the name of George O'Callaghan he was a shoe maker and a fighting man so one day he was inside and Paid Hooley passed up the door and his coat trailing along the ground. He had an she plant because long ago every one used to carry an ash plant with led on the top of them.
They would not kill a man but lay him flat on the ground. But as Paid Hooley passed up the door George O'Callaghan blood was boiling and he was indread because George was a small man 5'2" and Paid Hooley was 6'3" and the George went up to the back road and crossed down for Shronell where he met his friends and relations and he carried them in to Quinn's. Sheeben and he stoods drinks all round him, they made up the plan to fight Paid Hooley a Sunday evening. They said they would go back to George's house a Saturday night and they went there when Saturday night came and George went up to Srook for poteen when he came down they sat around the fiire. Gerge put down the little and they made punch they had a great time all night, one of the He-boys said to George his name was Metal Keefe. Let George go out and stand in his coat and if Hookey turned round to hit hime with his loaded butt and they were all praising George and Metal said to him that a small man is always better than a big man. Fire was coming out of Georges eyes then Metal said they would have another round of poteen before the people came out of Mass. ANy of the people did not go home from Mass, they were waiting to see the fight. Then Paid Hooley came on down Grafton St when he was coming near the house he took of his coat and trailed

Daimer was a very rich man who lived in Shronell about two hundred years ago. People say that he was the richest man in the world. When people refer to anyone as being rich they say that he was "as rich as Daimer".
Daimer was not always a rich man. There is a story told of how he got the first of his gold.
There lived a miser near Cashel in an old castle. When he died there was a sale of all his goods. Amongst these were tubs of tallow. Tallow was kept in every house at that time for making candles. The tubs of tallow were kept in a cellar. There were two of them sold, which were bought by Daimer. No one else bought any one of them.
Daimer drove home and when he lifted the tubs to take them in he noticed that they were very weighty. He cut into them to see why they were so very weighty. They were nearly full of gold. There was only about a few inches coating of tallow on top.
Next morning he got up and drove to the old castle and bought the rest of the tubs and brought them home. Every tub was full of gold coated with tallow. Daimer got the first of his gold that way.

1. Q. How man sones went to build the chapel of Lattin?
A They did not go there at all they were carried there
2 Q. Why is Mass said in Lattin?
Because there is no chapel in Shronell.
3 Q I have a kill and in that kill there is a mall and in that there is a loc and in that loc there is a K that never can be opened.
A Killmallock.
4 Q. Why is Emly like a bed?
A. Because there did a man live there by the name of Boslter.

The First Damer probably lived in Mount Bruis. Old Old house there and a towere very old Castle Heffernan's
Cromwell disposed Liam Dall's people.
Liam Dalls mother was Hanly. He was spoken of as the Hanly Heffernan.
JOhn Hanly Lattin formerly of Ballycohey Age: 68 years. His two grand-aunts were dark. Died in 1883
Kate Heffernans grave (found)
Liam Dall never begged died in Clasheleesha, Emly Kate Heffernan was in a America. Katie would be born about 1827. Leased from Portarlington + Lionel Damer to Sadleirs of Lattin Beg _ Ballinagleara 1827 for three lives @ 1£ per acre £400. Lease from Caroline Damer of Ballyocohey 1782 to Scully for 3 lives. Damer owned from B. Morrke to Pallas. Wife of on Hill of Shronell. The head of my son in London.

he would count them so one day Damer asked him how much money would he take to stop counting the Scots or Liam said that he would take no money but he would keep counting them untill they would be all gone.
Joseph Damer died in the year 1720 and another man by the name of John Damer got all his land and house. John Damer was not very hard on his tenants or the people around Liam Dall had a hedge school opposite Damer's court and Damer never minded the school because there was a hedge school in Clerkstown at the Bothereen Buidhe Bridge and opposite Damer's court and the Penal Laws were in force agains schools and Damer left the master teach
When Sunday evening would come Liam Dall would find his way to he Cross of Shronell with his fiddle and bagpiped because there used to be a dance at the cross and all the boys and girls from far and near for the dance
Liam Dall used to play his fiddle and bagpipes and there was a house known as the Shebeen or The hole in the wall and the boys used to be drinking there and Liam used to drink as well and the drunker Liam would get the more music they would have. Often the Scots would come over to the cross and dance and one by one the got married to Irish and the Parish Priest of Lattin lived on the Ballinahow road and Damer never minded him
All the names around here that begin wit the letter H are nearly all descended from the Scots.

the Glen of Aherlow, it being at that time extensively wooded put into verse some hard facts for the man of sovereigns. No wonder he think unkindly of Damer for very probably the broad acres the latter ruled over at Shronell were those from which the poet's family, friends and neighbours had been originally evicted. The meetting of Heffernan and another poet name John McDonnell Seán Clárach at the fair of Knockardon
I was told, it is very graphically described by an old man still living in the district. Both the bards, it appears were not wearers of the blue ribbon. McDonnell had a tent, and in it the two right heartely enjoyed themselves.A visit of the poet's to a priest named Father Hynes is also told. Being about to sit the servant told him ( in Irish ) that spectacles were instruments for making small things appear bigger - were on the seat. When dinner came and the supply was found behind the mark he enquired for the instrument required to make things appear big. The priest hearing the enquiry, and realizing the position of affairs reprimanded the servant, and directed to have plenty placed on the table. Father Hynes is buried in Cullen. The late Mr Edward Walsh, in his "Relics of Irish Jacobite poetry" says that there is a piece by our bards in "Hardimers" Irish Minstrelsy", and that the author of that work spoke in the highest possible manner of it as a poetic compositon.His pieces in Mr Walshes little volume are " A lament for the Gael" "Erins maid is she" "The voice of joy "

He lived in the school and kept an ass for journeying around surveying land, he used to keep the ass in the school.
He was called Láimhín because he had a withered hand, he had a long white beard so one night two boys from Emly went to steal the ass and they were feeling around to get the ass and one of them put their hand down on his beard and started to pull.
Láimhín had a knife always near him and when he felt the pull on his beard he lifted the knife and very nearly killed (struck) the boy. When he used to teach school he used to tell the scholars about the blind poet.
Láimhín was a great grandson of Leam Dall's father Otho Heffernan and Láimhín used tell the scholars that Liam Dall was born in Lattin and schooled in Lattin but he lived the most of his life in Shronell and when he was 70 years of age he went to live with the Heffernans of Clasheleesha where Vaughan's live now and Lámhín always said that he was buried with the Clasheleesha Heffernan in Lattin because it was in that house that Liam Died.
Some of the scholars that went to school to Láimhín O h-Éifeamáin are living still and they say that Láimhín always told them that Líam was born in Lattin and Fr John Power who was a native of Rathlea in the parish of Lattin always said that he was born and buried in Lattin. Th scolars that went to Láimhín that heard him say that Líam was buried in Lattin are William

Mitchel and Maurice Hfeernan.
After Liam Dall's father getting married the second time. Líam's step-mother treated him very badly and it is how his father treated him badly as well because he wrote a song telling about how he was treated badly this is a verse of it
Bitheamhn' as Laition
Póchan a' Srónfhaill
Gus meilc a Bhróna i mbaile con Ríogh
His father must have treated him very badly because his father was from Lattin and in his song he said that there was a villain from Lattin meaning his father and a red haired woman from Shronell meaning his step mother because she used to treat him badly and he said that himself was grinding sorrows in Ballyconna.
Otho Heffernan Clash Meesha told Wm Mitchel that they were the same Heffernan and Leam Dall's + that he died at their place. i.e. the House at present occupied by Vaughan's
Told to me, Wm McKeane, by Dr Wag of Lattin.
There was a M Sin Cashel that would not be shown but for a fee of one guinea. The G P of Emly took Leam Dall with him to Cashels + read

The White's owned Shronell in the time of James Damer father of John (1740) sold him a tract of land in 1720, recorded in Deeds Office Dublin.
Where Franklins now live was a soldiers barrack in the Damers time 1653 1740. There was a dungeon underneath the Kitchen.
The Stanley's were in Ballinard
Maurice Heffernan in Clashileesha
sheep stealer calf stealer, etc. etc.
Descendant of Liam Dall's father. But not of Liam Dall and a relation of the Heffernans Considines was smuggled out of the country by COnsidine who was C.I.R.I.C. The night before he went he slept opposite Richard Hourigans the Police (Glynn) were on the road looking for him when Richard smuggled his new clothes on him (Conversations)
Glyns Well Dick where is Maurice?
Dick Morris I don't know
Glynn Where was he when you gave him his new clothes?
Kate Heffernan bind the Faich Filíocta
"She was a frightful raver anyway words poured out of her"Riggs, Considine, Hugensts, William's Army.

Now Shawn de Búrke was called upon
To take his vacant chair,
Who smiling on the happy crowd
Said: If you do not care,
I'll tell a tale 'bout Shronell and
The fairies dwelling thereYou know there's a long story
'Bout Wamers' crumbling wall,
And you must bring the porter in
If I'll to tell it all.
btw here is comes! a keg of stout,
Who sends it, can you guess?
My blessing on you Lauly,
May your shadow ne'er grow less!
The liquor put the crowd into
A very jolly mood.
And Shawn de Búre pursued his tale
As they all hoped he would.We all know there are fairies
Round here, as thick as grass;
But worst of all's this magpie,
And you see him as you pass,
Upon the wall at midnight.

The torrents that the mountain sends
Past storied cave and dew.Through dale and vale, those streams that flow
Throughout its entire length ,
Add beauty to the vale below
And to the river strength.
But choosing neither hill nor dale,
Nor Suir's strong rapid stream;
But in the heart of Golden Vale,
Purchased the lands at an army sale,
And there worked out his scheme.The mansion I will not describe,
The refuge of the feathered tribe;
Except that in the lofty court,
Through which the winds & Jackdaws sport;
Tradition says that there was here,
A window for every day in the year,
Twixt [?] and Shronell on [?] road
Was the site selected for his abode
The [?] Ava glides below,
Like a silver thread in the sunlight's glow;
Where sloping fields and meadows green,
Fresh charms lend to the rustic scene.

A voice of joy came oe'r me
More holy to my ear
Than wild harps breathing dreamy,
Or blackbirds warbling streamy;
No seraph choir could fram me
Such soft music dear.
II
More sweet than anthems holy
Brought seaward from Rome,
Than spells by wizards spoken
O'er stolen maidens doom
Or cuckoo's song inspiring
Where woods green hills environ
Save love for one fair siren
It banished my gloom
III
The golden leaves were ranging
The air for a chief;
Twas freedom's trumpet woken,
And dark tyrants' grief;
And George, a homeless ranger
His tribe the faithless stranger
Far banished - and their danger,
My glad heart's relief
IV
If o'er me lay at Shronell
The hard flag of doom
And came the sound of sweetness
To cheer the cold gloom