School: Montpelier, O'Brien's Bridge (roll number 14875)

Location:
Montpelier, Co. Limerick
Teacher:
Liam Ó Tuama
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  1. There was a man who used to go to a village every night. One night as he was going home across a field three white rabbits passed him. The man picked up a stone to kill them but when he raised his hand to fire the stone he could not fire it. When he reached home he went mad.
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    There was a man who was a great murderer and the guards were after him.

    There was a man who was a great murderer and the guards were after him. He had a secret place for hiding. One day when a hunter was out hunting he tracked the the man into a cave and found him dead with gold and jewels all round him. The hunter went for help but when he returned the cave was covered.
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    Topics
    1. genre
      1. belief (~391)
        1. folk belief (~2,535)
          1. treasure legends (~7,411)
    2. agents (~1)
      1. supernatural and legendary beings (~14,864)
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Patrick Ryan
    Gender
    Male
    Address
    Derryhasna, Co. Limerick
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    There was a man one time who was saving hay and the hay was very bad.

    There was a man one time who was saving hay and the hay was very bad. The mad had a cock of the best hay in the meadow made. There was a row of furze bushes in the field. The man had the field tramed when the row of furze bushes came thumbing down the field and they knocked all the hay until they came to the good hay. The furze bushes went round the tram of hay and door took it away towards
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