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School: Moyne (C.), An Teampoll Mór (roll number 8733)

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Moyne, Co. Tipperary
Teacher:
Johanna Griffin
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0551, Page 187

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    “In olden times it used to be a great treat...”

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    In olden times it used to be a great treat for the school boys to get out to the weddings, as the young couple used throw out money. This say there was a lot of old women there. There was one old woman in it and her name was Liza Flannagan and she used to wear a brown cloak. This day she threw herself down on the money and the village blacksmith was standing outside and he said "mount brown cloak boys".
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      1. local lore, place-lore (~10,595)
    Language
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    Collector
    Sarah Blake
    Gender
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    Moyneard, Co. Tipperary

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    “There are many ancient places round my home...”

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    There are many ancient places round my home and I have often heard aged people tell tales concerning them. Just a couple of fields from where I live there is a place called Caile[?] Na h-abarnn[?]. It is a three cornered field growing old shrubberies rushes and gorse. Through the thickets flows a winding river and I am sure thats what gave it its name.
    My nearest neighbours are the Fogartys. At one end of their house there is a steep hill and on the top of it grows a white thorn bush alongside a rock. It is there to the memory of
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