School: Bansha (B.) (roll number 11964)

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   “It was a beautiful summer evening and, taking out my bicycle, I went for a spin through the Glen of Aherlow.”

   

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   level now tumbling over rocks, here and there clumps of red and white fox-gloves, ferns of every discription peeping out of nooks patches of red green and yellow moss, and as far as the eye could see, a glorious sea of bell heather.

   From where I sat I could see the Aherlow, winding in and out past lonely farm-houses, and the ruins of Ashes Castle, like a lonely sentinel of the days that are gone, dwarfed by the towering Galtees. Down the mountain came "Moll-na-Onseach".

   "God save you Moll" said I.
   "God save you kindly" she answered.

   After chatting awhile I asked,

   "Will you tell me why do they call you Moll the Onseach"

   "Wisha I'll tell you" and she smiled.

   "I was always a big old fool and at everybody's beck and call and my grandfather who was a blacksmith used to say,

   "Moll you are a right Onseach, making a penny boy of yourself for everybody, and from that

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Thomas Fuller

   Gender

   Male

   Informant

   William Lukeman

   Gender

   Male

   Occupation

   Farmer

   Address

   Bansha, Co. Tipperary