School: Carnadough (C.), Newtowncashel

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   There is a curragh in my townland of Newpark where the people put out the cattle to graze in Summer. One evening long ago a man who lived near by went to the curragh to bring home his donkey. He had a reins in his hand. There are whins growing around the ditches. The man could not see the donkey and he thought he might be among the whins.
   As he was walking along he saw a little man sitting under a whin smoking a pipe. It was a leprehaun. The man caught him and told him he would kill him if he did not tell him where the gold was. He never took his eyes of the little man. The leprehaun led him to a big whin, and he told him he would first meet a flag then he would meet a pot of gold. The man threw the reins on the whin in order that he would know it when he came back with a spade.
   But when he came back there was a piece of reins on every whin so that he did not know the right one. He worked the whole year digging under every whin

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Mary Kate Hande

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Newpark, Co. Longford

   Informant

   John Hande

   Relation

   Parent

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Newpark, Co. Longford