School: Breac-chluain

Brackloon South, Co. Mayo
Liam Mac Gabhann

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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0107, Page 038

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Every dog gets his day.
A small pot is soon hot.
A friend in need is a friend in deed.
We never miss the water until the well runs dry.
Spare the rod and spoil the child.
Self praise is no praise.

Potatoes grow on our farm. We sow an acre every year. My father prepares the ground for them. First the drills are opened and manure is scattered on them. Children scatter it with forks. Then the slits are left on the drills. In the evening the drills are split with an iron plough. In olden times people used a wooden plough. The farmers in this district sow potatoes mostly on drills as it is then easy to dig them. Spades are not made locally. The potatoes grown here are "Irish Queens, "Great Scots", Champions", "Early Roses", and "Epicures".

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Lisbaun East, Co. Mayo