to the wood and leave the brosna in the wood again. The man went back and left the brosna in the wood again. The next morning the men went to work. The landlord told them to get crow-bars and a tumbling-cart, and to go to the mans house and knock it. The men went and knocked the house. They put the parents and the children into the cart. They brought them into Galway and shipped them to the West Indian Ilands.

he met the Landlord on the road. Taylor was very wild, and he told the man to leave the brosna back in the wood.Next morning when the men were lined up they were told to get grow bars and pick hacks. They were lead along the road. The workman did not no where to where they going. They were brought to the house of the man whow brought the brosna from the wood. The men were told to knoch the house

Sometimes nine, sometimes ten
Iccidee, Picidee my black hen.
The person on whose foot the last syllable falls must tell a story or sing a song etc."Brosna Brandy"Two girls catch hands. A third girl sits on their crossed hands, and is carried by the two while reciting the following rhyme:
Brosna, Brosna Brandy
I sold my mother some candy
But if I had more
I would sell you a score
A Brosna, Brosna Brandy."One by One"The children clasp each other's hands and walk reciting while doing so:-
"One by one, two by two
This little girl has lost her shoe".
On the last word the children bend their knees to the ground."Colours":- Played by children around the fireside. One child is sent to the door and another gives colours to the others
, including the child at the door. But she is not told her colour. She is then asked to name a colour

sí a lán Brosna. Do chrom sí síos chun íad a bailuighadh agus céard a chonnaic sí faoí na brosna ac meall mór óir. Do bhailigh sí cuid de. Annsin chuaidh sí abhaile go dtí a fear céile agus do thug sí an t-ór dó agus chuireadar i gcupánaib ar an ndriosur é. Do chuaidh sí féin agus a fear ar ais arí go dtí an áit in a bhfuair sí an saidhbhreas act thásc ná tuarasc an óir ní raibh le fághail, Do chuaidh an bheirt aca abhaile arís. D'fhéach an fear isteach ins na cupánaib in a raibh an t-ór acht bhí sé imthighthe, mar níor cheart dí a rádh le haon duine go bhfuair sí an t-ór, agus ní raibh an t-ádh aici in a dhiaidh sin. Fuair a fear bás agus ní raibh aon clann aca. Dimthigh sí as an áit sin, agus ta sí in a comhnaidhe i Sean Bhaile anois. Deirtear go bhfuil sí beagnach 80 mbliadhain d'aois.

There is a "doo" and a stone along the Brosna river. It is Walshe's field.

not very valuable in them days but he won a good many. There was a dancing school near Guiney's bridge some twenty five or six years ago. There was a good attendance at this school, and the proceeds of the benefits totalled fifty pounds but before the school closed the priests of Brosna sent word that they were coming to have an exhibition of dancing and prizes. A large crowd came to the school that day, and there was great excitement. Denis Guiney of Guiney's bridge, William Curtin of Caherlevoy, Cornelius Daly of Brosna and his son James the teacher of the school were the competitors. They dances their steps in turn on the platform, and it was not an easy matter to decide who was to win the prize. However the priests decided to give the prize to the older and poorer man.

Long ago there was a priest in Brosna. One night he

Some years ago the Parishes of Knocknagashel and Brosna were in one Parish. The Priest of this Parish lived in Brosna and he had to go to Knocknagashel every day and to come back again in the evening. This evening it happened that it was very late and as he and the driver were coming along the road a big black dog jumped out from inside the ditch and was trying to go into the car to bite them. Then the priest thought that he never said his Office that day and he took out his prayer book and started to read it and still the dog stayed at them until he had his Office finished and then disappeared.

One of the most famous sportsmen, that ever lived in my parish, was John Horgan of Brosna village.
He won the 100 yard race and the High Jump in several of the local sports fields including Brosna, Knocknagoshel and Tournafulla.
He won the cup in Tournafulla in 19.20 where he competed with John Connor and James Keeffe and others.
He was six feet tall, of fine physique and a great athlete. He got a job as Superintendent in the Shannon Scheme where he was for some time.
He got killed off his motor cycle at the age of 35 years. As he was coming to Brosna he collided with a private motor

The local saint is Saint Moling. He was born in Brosna and lived there with his parents in a little mud cabin a few fields from Brosna Church. When the cabin fell a well sprang up and it was called St. Moling's well. In this well there is supposed to be a cure for sores.
People from Cork, Limerick and all parts of Munster pay rounds to it every Saturday in the month of May.
A crippled man came to pay a round and as he was leaving the well he could walk without his crutches. His image is in the Brosna Church at the back of the Altar and was put there by the late Fr. Neligan.
St Moling was Bishop of Ferns Co. Wexford.

In Fitzgerald's land is situated a teampall the remains of which are still to be seen. A particular pool close by is designated "Poll an Teampall". At Brosna cross there is also a "Poll a Teampall". One old man told me that a former graveyard in Knockagno removed to Brosna and that a few headstones fell at this particular spot and that those are embedded in the river bed. Another old lady some years ago told me how it got its name. A monstrous eel made nightly raids on the churchyard, and, having partaken of newly buried corpses returned to his den. At long last scythes were laid in his track and next morning a stream of blood was to be seen. From this day forth the monster returned no more. The hole is still held in awe.

Long ago there was a faction fight in Brosna between the Lanes and the Curtains. The Curtains were from Brosna and the Lanes were from Cahir Lane. There was a woman of the Lanes who had nine sons, she was the strongest woman in the parish and she was six feet tall, and she was nicknamed Máire Mór na Muinge. Herself and her husband and her nine sons took part in the fight. They fought with sticks and stones. There was a hole in the stick with a thong running through it this thong was twisted around the wrist to prevent the stick from falling when they got a stroke in the hand. Máire was all day drawing stones to the Lanes, and in the evening she took off one of her stockings filled it with stones to beat the Curtains, she knocked out two or three of them with the stocking. They drove the Curtains across the Cladhadach and beat them. In the evening they took Máire on their shoulders through the village for she was the best help they had in the fight

A family of Walshes lived in Carrageen. One day the father and son were out, and the woman of the house left their porridge for them as they had not any other food to eat in those days. The father returned first to the house, and the mother told him to leave some of the porridge for the son. The father was so hungry that he ate what was left for both of them. When the son came in there was nothing for him. There was free quern meal given out in Brosna once a week, and the boy was sent to Brosna for the meal. When he was returning John O'Connor was driving cattle, and he noticed the boy in among the cattle and he hardly able to walk. He went only a couple of fields from that road, and he laid in near the ditch and he was found dead there and his little bag of meal down near him.

Bidineen Bocht's father met a little man in Conway's fort. (Specifically Bid. Bocht is Mrs Tim Tierney) The little man asked him would he take money or tobacco. Moloney - his name - replied that he would take the tobacco. He got it and the jot of tobacco never wore out until he lost it. (Seán Craig 13 1/2, dalta sgoile, Cromadh). Compare the above with:
"Stephen Leo went down to Conway's fort to gather Brosna. When he had his bundle picked and tied, he took out his pipe and filled it and reddened it. He sat down for a smoke on the bundle of Brosna. He was not long smoking till a stranger came to him and asked him for a pull (of the pipe). Stephen Leo gave it to him. After a few minutes the stranger handed him back the pipe and disappeared, to return again in a couple of seconds with a tray carrying two glasses half full of drink. He gave one of them to Stephen who drank it. He also gave him an ounce of tobacco and it never gave out till he lost it. Stephen went home without his Brosna and his wife didn't know him when he reached the house he was that drunk." (ó Donnchadh O Donngaile 14 1/2 dalta sgoile, a fuair ó n a shean-máthair é). and again.
"Two women from the street gathering sticks in Conway's fort, one of them saw clothes drying on a line and the other saw nothing. When they looked again, there was nothing there." (o'n ngarsún céadna)

The road which is in front of this school leads from Birr to Rathcabbin. About one hundred yards from this school there is an old road. A gentleman named Lawlor had his lawn running to this road. He did not like to have the public travelling on the road so near his house. This road was a straight road. He got a semi-circular one made which leads off the old road and joins it again at Daly's Cross. the names of the local roads are Coolross Road leads to Ballea and the Brosna. The Bonagham Road leads from Rathcabbin to Ballincor Cross and the Ballyoughter Road is a branch off the Bonagham Road, which leads to the bog and Brosna. The Pike Road joins the main road at the Pike of Rathcabbin.

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The Bleachyard.
The Bleachyard extended from Jail Hill through Lynnbury Tce., to Ballinderyy as far back as bank of Brosna which was called the "River of the Divisions".
Flax. Great crops of flax were grown by farmers of the locality and of neighbouring counties. It was sold at the flax markets to the mill-owner.
The Mill stood on the banks of the Brosna, where the present dog track runs. There the flax was kept in bundles in the Brosna, scutched and combed in the scutch mill, woven into linen and finally stretched to bleach on the green. The bleach-yard was at one time owned a Mrs. Tobin. It was called by an Irish

The Bleach-yard, extended from Jail Hill through Lynnburg Tce., to Ballinderry - as far as bank of Brosna, which was called "The Road of the Divisions."Flax. Great crops of flax were grown by farmers of the locality and of neighbouring counties. It was sold at the flax-market to the mill-owner. The mill stood on the banks of the Brosna - where the present "dog-track" runs. Her the flax was stept in bundles in the Brosna - scutched and combed in the scutch mill - woven into linen, and finally stretched to bleach on the green. The bleach-yard was at one time owned by a Mr Tobin. It was called by the Irish name "Tuar" - old people of the present day still call it by that name. The linen was dyed in a dyeworks - situated on Jail Hill somewhere behind Old Jail. It was owned by a Mr. Ferguson - the father of Dr. Ferguson who sent Brian Seery to the gallows. In the dyeworks a number of young girls and boys were employed for the princely sum of 2 1/2 d. per day.

There was a hedge school between Shinrone and Brosna. The people used to go to school in a stable.
There was a chapel in Brosna and the people used to go to school in it. The house in the green was a girls school. the house where Father O'Sullivan is living in now was a boys school.

musha, alanna, muc, brosna, tráinín, bróg, go leór, cipín, spag, cearc, ceis, céisóg, claidhp, citeóg, cldóg, smidirín(s)

built on a cow?
A When she is turned into a field
Q What is nothing?
A. A brimless hat without a crown.
Q What goes to every house and yet never goes in?
A A Path
Q Why are strawberries like the letter "N"
A Because they make ice nice
Q I went to wood for Brosna and Brosna I brought home neither wet sticks nor dry sticks but Brosna I brought home, Brosna.
A "A dog (The dogs name was Brosna)
Q When is a black dog not a black dog?
A When it is a greyhound.
Q As round as an apple as plump as a ball covers the market house steeple and all?
A. The Sun
Q Why are ladies like old muskets?
A Because they sue a lot of powder and wont go off.
Q Why does an ass look over a