Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 1)

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   “Dan O'Connell had a son called Morris, an he was a famous duelist...”

   

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   Dan fined his son for offerin' such achallenge, but even so not a man coughed again until Dan had his speech finished, an' then he turned round to his son an' sez he "Morris O'Connell yar the besht doctor of the cough in the British Isles."

   

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   “Dan was in London another time...”

   

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   Dan was in London another time, an' he met two Englishmen in the street, an' wan o' them was afairly cliver fella, or at leasht thought he was, so when he came is far is Dan he said he'd play athrick on him. He took out a sovereign out o' his pocket, an' he handed it to Dan, an sez he, "Is this agood sovereign?" Dan tuk the sovereign, an looked at it, an' then stuck it down in his pocket. What are ye doin' with me sovereign said the Englishman seein that Dan didn't man ta give it back to him "Well when Igive an advice" sez Dan I always charge asovereign for it. He walked away, an' the Englishman could'nt dispute his claim wit him.

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   Date

   7 March 1938

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • Seán Breathnach

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   “He was in Dublin anether time, an' he met a little boy comin down the sthreet...”

   

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   He was in Dublin anether time, an' he met a little boy comin down the sthreet, an' he was dhrivin an ass wit a sthraddle on his back, an' he was cryin

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