Once a ghost came up the roar riding on a white horse. There was a man out of the village going to the fair of Holymount. He asked if there was any man for Holymount. I am said the man and the ghost told him to jump up behid him on the horse. The man did so. As soon as the ghost got the man on the horse he turned the horse and went down the road again. Neither the ghost nor the man was ever seen since.
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To that Cross my sins have nailed Him.
Yet he bleeds and dies for me.
God have mercy and compassion.
Look with pity upon me.
I mercy sought and mercy found.If all the good people were clever.
And all clever people were good!
The world be nicer than ever.
We thought that it possibly could.