the house. She said that the fine day it did not need thatch and the wet day she could not go up on it. He went to Lisdoonvarna. He went into a shop, the woman asked him if he had come far and he said he was from heaven. "Tell me" said she "how are Jack and Paddy". He said they were very bad that they had not enough to eat or drink and that they had bad clothes. The man had a horse and car and she filled the car with tea, sugar, flour, and clothes, a frying pan and a kettle. The man started on his journey home. When the woman's husband came in she said "where is my frock". "I gave it to a man from heaven who will give it to Paddy or Jack" said his wife. "Which way did he go" asked her husband. She said that he went down the road and he followed him. When the man with the car saw him coming he turned the horse and went into a field at the other side of the road. When the man

carrying a cargo of wheat some of which was afterwards taken up by divers and sold to some farmers living nearby for pig and cattle feeding. The crew saved themselves from been smothered by tying themselves securely to the upper portion of the ship which still remained over water until the brave quilty fishermen came to take them off in boats. The fishermen had their boats ready to put out but each wave was mountain high thus preventing them from launching. Until a priest came from Mullagh and adressed the men and said: Launch in safety boys you will return. Until them these men had no chapel of their own and had to walk four miles to mass. Then a testimonial was got up in remberance of their bravery The subscriptions were so good that it enabled them to build a nice Church in view of the disaster and the called it St Marys Star of the sea.
About thirty five years ago a strange thing happened near the Doonagore which are situated midway between Liscannor and Lisdoonvarna a bog slide occured. The cause of the bog slide was supposed to have been the huge amount of waist stone earth, and gravel which were dumped into the bog in order to make room to put out good stone. It killed some

All ye people who come here for pleasure now don't spend your money too free around Youghal, Tramore, or Dungarvan, Lisdoonvarna, Lahinch, and Kilkee. I'm sure you'll find enjoyment by coming and for fear that you might go astray when you land in Tipperary inquire for the road between Newport and RayII
You'll pass through the White walls back the mountains.
And you'll land in the Old Copper Mines
Continue another bit farther and 'twill land you in Sweet Toureen Brien

from 1912 to 1930 would be about 30 tons, and during war times these eels sold at 2/6 per pound.An old inn called the Hawthorn near the Spa Castleconnell was used as a final stop for the stage coach from Dublin to Limerick. The old inn supplied the final relay of horses to Limerick City. The stage coach road was not the present main Dublin to Limerick road.In 1890 and later the jarvey with his horse brought sufficient people to Castleconnell to drink the Spa water there that a thriving town sprung up and one thousand families lived by accommodating the visitors. A German scientist pronounced the waters as the most famous in Europe but it was afterwards condemned as undrinkable when Lisdoonvarna became popular. Oars cannot be used in boats in the Shannon at Castleconnell becaue of the rapids. For generations the men have used along pole to propel their boats

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Feasts of the year.On Saint Bridgets day there is a blessed well between Lisdoonvarna and Liscannor.There is a story told about this well ,people go there for different diseases, and do rounds there. A man the name of O'Brien owned this land where the well was.He one day closed the well when the people came to do rounds at the well, and later his sight began to fail so he was persuaded to go and do rounds at the well and he did so and he was cured,and it was then he saw his mistake.He built a monument over it.And all the people are buried there.And there coffins can be seen there .There is an iron

could be found in Heaven so the case was dismissed.
Long ago it was said there lived a great big man in Corkscrew Hill. He often hunted people from their homes in order to get some fixed abode for himself.
Long ago a certain man was going to Lisdoonvarna for the priest for his wife, when suddenly a great gust of wind came, and something very huge rolled before him in the road. Of coarse it was the old man who had changed himself into a fairy and wrapped himself into a calfes skin. As the man was coming slowly along he saw the lump of skin on the road and put it into his coat. "It will make a fine coat for my wife" and he walked away very happily. Not long afterwards the lump began to stir under his arm and he cast his knife into the middle of the huge lump. It roared and said "Pull your knife again". "I wont" said the man. "You wont for your sake" said the big man. It is supposed he never stopped until he came to the old

In sweet County Clare there is a scenery so grand.I should travel round Kilrush and Kilkee's lovely strand.For yet in my travels ther is none to excel.The beautiful scenery round St. Brigid's Well.The foregoing was composed by "John Haran" known around here as the "bard of lough Erne". He was a blind poet who was guided about by an old woman. Haran used to call her his mother but the natives did not believe that. She was his wife: He used to frequent Lisdoonvarna during the visiting season and made his living mainly by singing and begging. In the Winter time he used to go about seeking lodgings from house to house, and was last seen in this district about 42 yrs ago. It is rumoured that he died in the Co Home Ennis, and was buried there.

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The Road of District.
There are many roads round the district Lahinch Road,and the Ennis Road.
Lisdoonvarna Road was widened a few weeks ago.Lahinch Road was fixed about a month ago.The Ennis Road was made a long long time ago .The pound road was made about ninety years ago .There are stories told about cross roads.If a person had warts on their hands and to fill a bag of stones and throw them on the cross road and the person that would take up the bag of stones would get the warts .
I got this information from my mother.

About thirty years ago there came a great storm which did great damage. A house, the property of an old man of the Carney family, was blown away. The roof was carried off a distance of six miles into the town of Lisdoonvarna by the terrible wind.
When the roof was gone off the house the terrible gale blew the fire round the house, and burned all except the four walls.
This tragedy happened as a result of the big wind in Newtown Ennistymon.
As it was in the Autumn and the people had their corn out in the fields a big lot of corn, the property of James Griffen Ennistymon was blown miles away. Some of it was brought to Inagh, and more to Corofin until it was no good to the owner. These are two awful tragedies of the night of the big wind.

Taking the butter of milk.Rita Dargan got this from her mother a native of Lisdoonvarna, Co. Clare.On May Eve anyone that had the power of taking the milk from the neighbours cows would go to the field where the cows were and gather nóiníns (daisies) and bring them home. The neighbours would gather Tráinlus. That is a sort of moss that grows between two boundaries to prevent such a person from taking the milk from the cows. When they would bring it they would chop it (the moss) between two stones and rub it to the cows udder. Old people used to think that the fairies would take the butter of milk so they used to put a coal under the churn to prevent it. If a cow calved in the month of May and if you were churning that cows milk you should not let anybody in because the old people used to say that

Scrap of a very old hymn which used to be sung by "Biddy the Sulphur" - Mrs Foran over sixty years ago in Lisdoonvarna."Óch óch ín" " a dubhairt na Maughdine
Nuair a chonnaic sí an leanbg
Thuas ar an gCros Naomhtha
"Ó Nach truagh Mo leinbh!"
!Is óc-hone go duach a dú"
"ós Aillilia" a dubhairt sí ----The air is traditional and sounds just like solemn Gregorian Chant as sung in Masses for the Dead

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The Creagh Crest.
The crest of the Creagh family is a horse's head holding a branch in its mouth.The old people say it had its origins wise:-
When Ireton was besieging Limerick in the seventeenth century, there were many O'Neill families defending the city.They had come from the North.Well one ONeill it is alleged proved traitorous .It is stated ,that he swam across the Shannon on horseback,(the horse holding a branch in its mouth to help it across)to Ireton's camp.There he gave information of the plight of the besieged ,and how to gain across to the City unawares of the defenders.
In the subsequent confiscations
this O Neill was well rewarded by the conquerors for his infamous act.He got large tracts of land in Clare particularly in Dangan,Lisdoonvarna and Miltown Malbay.He became a large landlord ,and had as his crest the head of a horse holding a branch

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Rinn na Spáinneach.Áit bréagh ,follain slainteamhail iseadh Rinn na Spáinneach.Tá sé dhá míle ó Sráid na Cathrach agus leath mólr ón Clochar.
Tagann famairí ann gach blíain chun goile maith d'fhágail.Tá cáil cómh mór uirthi is a bhfuil ar Leacht Uí Concubhair.nó ar lisdoonvarna nó Cill Caoidhe.
Ón bhliain 1558 go dtí an bhlían 1603 do bhí Eilis in- a bhainríoghan Sasana.Do bhi Plib11 in-a rí ar an Spáinn an uair céadhna .bhi na Sasannaigh agus na Spáinnigh ag troid le h-onoraca.Do chuir Plib cabhlach mór amach ar an bhfarraige gcoinnibh na Sasannaigh .Do chasadar ortha i lár an Fairrge Mór.
Do bhi cabhlach beag ag na Sasannaigh agus nuair a chonaic siad an t-arm mór a bhi ag na Spáinnig do tháinig eagla ortha.Do cheapadar an seift agus do líonadar long le pudar agus lasadar í agusleigeadar imeacht na Spáinnig í agus.Do scaipeadh longa na Spainnig ,agus chuaidh cuid acu suas Sruth na Maoile ,Muir Meann agus Muir na Breataine .Do dheineadar iarracht dul thar n-ais go dtí an Spáinn ar an dtaobh

In years gone by there were lots of famous people in this district.One of the greatest historians of Irleand was Tomas Hayes R.I.P. who was born in the Ennis Road, Miltown Malbay, and died in Dublin about three years ago.He wrote many Irish books, and Poems, all pertaining to his native town.
A great Poetess was Maud O'Brien a native of Donegal and principal of the Girls National School, Miltown Malbay.She composed many amusing poems, two of the most famous were "The Lisdoonvarna Picnic" and "The Lost Beagle".
One of the greatest athletics and weight throwers of his time was Tommy Malone who lived in the Main Street Miltown Malbay.It is told that

Colds. To put garlic into your boots, and to drink hot milk.
Rheumatism. To go to Lisdoonvarna and to take hot baths, after a while to come home and go to bed and sweat as much as you could.
Consumption. To keep out in the sunshine and to take plenty eggs and new milk.
Whooping Cough. To put the child under an asses stomach.
Tooth ache. To chew tobacco, to smoke a pipe to put cotton wool and lysol to the sore tooth.
St. Anthony's fire. To get the seventh son and to blow his breath three times on the sore.
Ringworm. To write your name with a pen and ink round it.
Yellow jaundice. To drink for three days but black tea.
Bleeding. If a person was bleeding badly from a cut to wash would with cold water.
Warts. To get somebody to count the warts and whoever would count them it is said they would take them.

There are few blessed in Ennistymon but the principal ones are St. Brigid's well, St. Craven's and St. Joseph's. St Brgid's well is situated about three miles outside the town. St. Craven's well is situated on the Lisdoonvarna road. People have special days for going to the wells. They go to St. Brigid's well on the first of February and they wash their eyes with the water and if they see an eel in the water they are sure to be cured. A statue was left at the well by Mrs. Healy New Road, Ennistymon. People visit St. Craven's well every Thursday and Sunday. This water cures sore eyes. There are no special prayers to be said
Brigid Skerritt,
New Road,
Ennistymon.
An fear a thug an t-eolas dom.
Mr Healy,
Ardnaculla,
Ennistymon.

Lisdoonvarna backwards and forwards without a stop. Pat McGrath fought the battering - ram by pelting porridge down on the them and left them outside the house for an hour but but they knocked the house in the end. This is a verse of a poem composed about Clerys a house in Tullycrine which the battering-ram failed to knock.
The next house they came to,
Was Clery Abú,
Who showed to the Saxons,
What the Irish could do,
He barred up his doors,
And defended the plab,
And defied every belt Of,
The battering-ram.
There was a mason living in West Clare and any mason could not compete with him. So all the masons planned to kill him but when he heard it he fled to north Tipperary. He was named the Gabán Saor. and the last bit of work he did was he cut out a cat with two tails from the solid stone and he put the cat into a chapel there and after three years the chapel covered with ivy and when the cat would be

His bed was of the softest
And his food of every sort
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Twas Nellie get the jug of milk
And Nellie get the bread
And Nellie get the stirabout
And let the dog be fed
Let him break the cups and saucers
Let him tumble in the well
And the first that says a word to him
We'll let them go to hell.Maud OBrien also composed another very amusing poem entitled "The Picnic"
It was about a party of girls who went to Lisdoonvarna on

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Do ghluais chughainn ó ghleann Áirgeach (i.e. Glen Inagh near Lisdoonvarna.)
Scaithfire úd do b'áilne gníomh
Tomás bán Ó Slatere
'Sé leagfadh ó na táintire
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Bíonn sé ag fiadhach ar girrfidhthe
Ar lachain is ar chearc fhraoich
Is má théigheann sé uainn thar fairrge
Siúd creachtfadh sinn go brách aris.
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Beidh buachaillí is cailíní
A' Chaoineadh is a' sileadh deor
Is go dtabharfaidh Seoirse buidhe é
A' rinnce go Burren fós
IV
Sé Tomkins Brew do thosnuig
An cogadh san i gConndae an Chláir
Do thug sé arm capaill ann
A' dtreascairt i ndiaidh le bád
Do thug sé iad ó Luimnig ó Inis is ó Cill do Luaidh

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The ships on the ocean are lovely to see.
Sailing into Liscannor and crossing Mal Bay.
Liscannor is a seaport where fishermen dwell.
And adds to the scenery of St. Brigid's Well.V
St. Brigid's eve as the night fell.
My mother and I went to St. Brigid's Well.
Many candles did burn great lights they did shine.
Round the graves of the dead and the vault of O'Brien.VI
The graveyard is beautiful as you walk along.
You'll see a grand vault with a door quite strong.
And right through this door a coffin doth shine:
Wherein lay the remains of Cornelius O'Brien.VII
Lisdoonvarna's grand scenery is beautiful to see.
The hills lovely rivers flowing on to the sea.
The tourists of Ireland of many can tell.
And the grand sulphur spas and of St. Brigid's Well.