School: Bullán (roll number 13432)

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1. Weather-Lore (continued)

   

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   Loud quacks the duck
   The peacocks cry, the distant hills are looking nigh
   And seeing yon rooks how odd their flight
   They imitate the gliding kite
   And headlong downwards seem to fall
   As if they felt a piercing ball
   It will surely rain I see with sorrow,
   Our jaunt must be put off till morrow.
   Hark how the chairs and tables crack
   Old Bettys joints they are on the rack.

   Got from; My uncle Pat age 64, Ballykeerin, Bullaun.
   By: Patrick Flannery, same address on the 20th May 1938.

   

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2. Hidden Treasure

   

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   Hidden Treasure There is supposed to be a treasure found about a mile from our house. Near this spot there used to be a light seen every night at about twelve o'clock. One night a man said he would dig there. He did so and when he had dug down a piece he met a crock. Just as he was about to pull up the crock he was shoved and hid against a tree and was killed in the instant. Got from: My uncle Bullaun, Loughrea. By: Thomas Fahy, same address on the 24th May 1938

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. belief (~391)
         1. folk belief (~2,535)
            1. treasure legends (~7,411)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Thomas Fahy

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Bullaun, Co. Galway