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School: The Vale (An Gleann)

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Leiter, Co. Cavan
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S. Ó Brolcháin
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 1010, Page 379

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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 1010, Page 379

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  3. XML “Butterfly Cage Making”
  4. XML “Saint Brigid's Cross”
  5. XML “Proverbs”

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  1. Butterfly Cage Making (continued)

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  2. Saint Brigid's Cross

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    Get three rushes and plait them about eight inches long. Then get three others and plait them about four inches long. Join them (about) together in the form of a cross. Get other rushes and knit them around the cross so as to form a square like that in the diagram. It is made on St. Brigides Eve. It is hung in every room in the house and in the out-offices. It is made in honour of St Brigid.
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  3. Proverbs

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    Work is better than talk
    The cows across the sea have long horns.
    Lie with the lamb and rise with the bird
    A new brush sweeps clean but the old one takes the corners
    Time an tide wait for no man
    It is a long road that has no turning
    A little tastes sweet
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