School: Cortown (roll number 3113)

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1. The Bag of Lies

   

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   There last night about three weeks ago I received a letter of an old hag’s death. I was so surprised with the sad news that every tear that fell from the back of my stomach would split six fathoms of turf or set a mill a going. “Good boy, Jack”, said I to myself and nobody there but myself. I put my head in under my outer and my two shin bones in my pocket and I ran away for sixteen miles of the road sitting down every minute till I met an outdoor Jack Junk a mag outdoor coachman driving sixteen dad Jack asses in an empty steam-coach, well loaded with seventy five man-o’-war vessels and big magpies drinking tea till they were black in the face with hunger. “Good boy, Jack”, said I to myself and nobody there but myself, “did you hear any account of the shower of old women that fell next week”? “No man”, Sid he, “but John Marks will tell you all about it. He lives at the sign of the three flying Jack asses, up and down the street where the mad dog bit the hatchet next week

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Penelope Waters

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Ballybeg, Co. Meath

   Informant

   Patrick Dolan

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Moyagher, Co. Meath