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School: Bracknagh (2)

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Bracknagh, Co. Offaly
Teacher:
S. Mac Giobúin
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0800, Page 059

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    “On St Brigid's Eve many people...”

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    On St. Brigid's eve many people make a little cross of wood & put it over the door of the house.
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    “On St Martins Day some people kill a fowl and sprinkle its blood on the door post.”

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    On St Martins day some people kill a fowl & sprinkle its blood on the door post. No mill wheel is turned on St. Martin's day & no machine is worked because St. Martin was killed by a mill wheel.
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    “On St Stephen's Day the wren boys travel the district singing songs...”

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    On St. Stephen's day the wren boys travel the district singing songs, dancing & playing violins; The people give them money. They dress in very funny clothes and put vizards on their faces. They generally have some rhyme. The rhyme in this locality is:-
    "The wren, the wren, the king of the birds,
    St Stephen's day was caught in the furze;
    Altho' she was small her family was great,
    So rise up landlady & give us a treat;
    We followed her up & followed her down,
    We followed her into Rathangan town;
    We broke her back & we split her bill,
    And we caught her on top of Kilmantic hill;
    Up with the kettle & down with the pan,
    Give us our answer & let us be gone.
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