Some time ago there was an old deaf man. One day he went to the market with potatoes. A woman came along and said "Good morrow my good man" "Fourpence a stone mam" "How is Kate and the child" ? "The best that ever was boiled". "I think you are mad old man" "Not a half penny less mam".
Garrett Joy VI Rang. From my mother Catherine Joy. Upper Thullig, 51 years
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Amrán. Lá dá raibh Eoghan Ruadh ag siubhal, do bhuail sagart leis 7 tosnuigheadar ag cainnt. Ag an am gceadna d'till Fíach dubh ós a gcionn. "Catain a bheidh cainnt ag an bfhíac dubh?". Thosnuig Eoghan Ruadh. "Nuair a thiocfaidh an míol mór ar an moing. Nuair a thiocfaidh an Fhrainnc go Sliabh Mis. Nuair a chaillfidh an sagart an sainnt. Seadh a thiofaidh an cainnt don Fhiach dhuibh ".
Seán Ó Gríobhthín, V Rang. Ó'm 'athair. Donnchadh Ó Griobhthín. Glaise, 56bl
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