My mammy knew an old lady named Mrs Cummins. She struck a priest and was paralyzed, after many years she recovered and had the use of all her limbs except the arm and hand with which she struck the priest.

Long ago a priest used go from house to house collecting. As he drew near a certain house an old woman who lived in it starting combing her hair. Well knowing who the priest was, and what he was coming for, she continued to comb it. The priest then said to her "You have a lovely head of hair to-day, to tomorrow you will not have much of it." On awakening next morning she [saw to?] her horror that all her hair had fallen out during the night and now lay on the pillow.