Wallace was police superintendent in the Belmullet district in the old days. He had a very big nose and twas said he could smell out the "wash" for making poteen no matter how deeply twas hidden in the mountain.
A priest in the district at the time - one Father Smyth and brother to the writer of "The Wile Rose of Lough Gill" made a song about Wallace's nose
"Murder alive how that foghorn blows
Each sub in the district leaps up from repose
The pigs that run round by it
Fly from the around of it
Such was the power of Wallace's Nose."
