School: St Oran's, Buncrana

Location:
Buncrana, Co. Donegal
Teacher:
Seán Mac Éibhir
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    near Morans house called Morans rocks. A river called the Black river runs down past the front of the school on the south side. It comes from a district called Shaskin Moss in the Backhill district.
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      1. clothing and accessories (~2,403)
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      1. local lore, place-lore (~10,595)
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    Gortyarrigan, Co. Donegal
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    Gortyarrigan, Co. Donegal
  3. There is a man in Sledrin and he can make crosses of straw. He gets fine straws and plats them together three times and hangs them up beside a saints picture. There are two on the top and two along sides and they bring good luck.
    The people hang a lot of flowers up in a greap to welcome May back and was good bye good bye to Winter for summers come at last theres nothing I have gaint but the true love I have lost.
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