"Like aged Brian taught the robber horde
The offended justice of the patriot's sword".
Another of the famous Raparees, "Galloping O'Hogan" who was a gallant and hardy fighter spent some time around the "Doon" hills. He warned Sarsfield of the advance of the siege train to the beleagued city of Limerick. The vigilant Raparee while hastening himself to Limerick despatched a trusty follower to summon "Ned of the Hill" to his aid.
On his historical ride to "Ballyneety" which is about seven miles from "Doon" Sarsfield passed through village of Doon.
Red Hugh O'Donnell also passed through "Doon" on his way to "Kinsale" after spending a night in "Holy Cross Abbey" near "Thurles".

Made by a blacksmith. Mr P. Collins, Gurtmana, Doon, Co. Limk. Given to us by Mr. John Ahern, aged 60yrs, Castlegarde, Doon, Co. Limerick.

The following story was told by Mr John Ahern Castlegarde, Doon, Co. Limerick but it is commonly told in this place.
Once upon a time there was a man in the parish of Doon called Ritchardson. He dreamt several nights that he would find his fortune at the Bridge of Ennis. He used think of this dream very often, so he made up his mind to go to the "Bridge of Ennis".
One day he started on his journey which was baout 35 (Irish mls). When he walking up and down the bridge for some time a man came to him and asked him if he were looking for anything. He said he had lost nothing but that he was on a "fools errand" and he up with the storyand told him that he had a dream he would find his fortune at the "Bridge of Ennis". The man laughed and told him not to take any notice of that. He said he himself had a dream he would find his fortune in a certain field in the parish of Doon. The man described the field so minutely that the Doon man recognised that it was his own field the old man had described.

There are four forges in the Parish of Doon. James Collins, Michael Collins, John Blake and Con Hayes own them. Some of their people were smiths for many years. James Collins forge is in a little distance from the road, and it is near a trench. Michael Collins forge is in the village of Doon. John Blake's

There is an ancient stone in Mr. Crowe's field near the cross of Cooga, in the parish of Doon. The field is about a mile outside the village of Doon. The stone is like a stake about 4 feet in height and about a half foot in circumference. People say it is in the same field for about a hundred

Edmond O'Toole, Shanbally, Newport, Co Tipp, was a very swift runner. One day a man from Doon challenged him to run. They ran from Doon and they were followed by a man on horseback and it gave the horse his best to keep up to them. Edmond won the race and had four pints of porter drank before the other man came.

About twenty years ago the 'flu broke out among the people in the district and about Doon. It was a cold which was supposed to have come form the cold rain which they had at the time. Although there did no people die in this district there did a fair share of people die in Doon. These people that died were coffined and buried in consecrated burial ground.

branch of the Barnahown road. It starts where we call Finn's Gullot. The gullot is in the townland of Barnahown. Then the road goes east through Doon. It then turns north east and it goes along through Foildearg. It meets the Clogheen road near Shandrahan Cross.
There is an old Mass path from Doon to Ballyporeen. It starts at Martins in Doon. it goes north through the Doon mountains and down through Glenacuna and it meets the Ballyporeen road at Pynes.The road which runs near my home starts at Keane's Cross on the Lismore-Fermoy road and meets the Ballyporeen road at the end of Corrin Hill. it is called the middle Barnahown road. It was made in the year 1850. The local men that made it.
There is a branch of the Barnahown road going off through the mountain

Local happenings long ago.
Doon Lake is supposed by many to be very unlucky because many accidents occurred at it. A man named John Kelly was killed at this lake one time he was coming home from sligo with a load of timber and when he was passing Lough Doon his horse went into the water to get a drink. The mans foot got caught in the wheel of the cart and he shouted for help but nobody came to his assist. Once for a long time. A man from ‘Drumkeerin’ was passing by and he cut the rope that was the tying the timber and the timber fell down and killed him. When two men came to his assistance he was dead.
One night in the year nineteen hundred a man named John Boylan who lived in the townsland of Cornalaughta was coming from Sligo with a donkey and cart and at Lough Doon he fell from the cart and he was badly injured. He was carried to a house beside

Told by Mrs Hunt Jamestown
About her birthplace, Doon Boyle.
She rememberes, as a child, seeing Paddy Regan of Doon going across Loch Key on a float, made by himself, out of bulrushes - a wooden frame - with bulrushes woven on it. And she often saw him come back in the evening, his float loaded with bulrushes and osiers that he got on the Rockingham side at Cloonthakilla.
He built the reeds up around himself on the float, and paddled back to Doon Luay. She saw just the top of his head showing. Then during the winter, he was busy, weaving baskets, sugán chairs

Next to Doon Quay is Trinity Island, I always heard that Conyers Clifford was buried on that island in my young days.
Doon Quay leads into the King's Palace. The King is supposed to be buried on the Corran on the tip-top of Shee-gore-ya. Goor-ya was the King's name.
There's only a stone here and there now (she means when she left Doon- teacher) in the track of the King's house - we called it a "Coshel" - only sloes, blackberries and briers.

The name of my townland is Doon and it means a fort or fortress. It is in the parish of Ballybunion, in the barony of IrraghtiConnor, in the County Kerry. The names of some fields in it are The Mountain Field, The Pump Field and Páirc an Geatha. The name of one height is The Heap of Sand for it was an old landmark long ago. Off the coast of Doon there is a rock called The Devil's Rock.
In the year 1878, a farmer named O'Connor was sinking a pump in his land in Doon. Himself and his workman named Tom Stack, were engaged in the work and the evening before when they were finished they covered the mouth of the pump with straw, then they went home and decided to go to a dance. They returned home early next morning

Patrick Halpin, Doon, Ballybunion.
Patrick Higgins, Doon, Ballybunion.
James Carrig, Doon, Ballybunion.
Each of those mowers, could cut an acre of hay in the day.

some days after boys picked up military buttons and badges torn off each other by these warriors in their scramble to get outside the range of fire though nothing more deadly than stone and broken bricks had been discharged against them. The officers in charge held a council of war and decided to withdraw their forces. The evictions were never carried out. The families of these two honest farmers still hold the old homesteads and no longer know landlord or agent.About two miles to the West of the village of Doon, there stood another castle of the McBrian family known as castle Guard. This was repaired by Waller O'Grady in 1829. The last childless descendant of the O'Grady's now lives in Castle Guard.Doon is pleasantly situated on the Southern slope of a group of hills called the Doon mountains. From the hill to the North of the village one gets a fine view of the fertile valley which stretches form Cashel to Limerick. Beyond this valley there is a range of green hills among which the historic Ballyneety, Derk, Knockgrein and Nicker are conspicuous, but the fame of Ballyneety is but of

with ribbons, & she was led back to Doon in triumph. When "Druimionn" (as the cow was ever after named) died of old age many people in the parish asked for a relic of her.
But from the day of the auction Mr. Coote found life in Doon very unpleasant. "Boycotting" so effective in the land was as a disciplinary or punitive measure, was not unknown much earlier in Doon, so Mr. Coote was very severely boycotted. Friends were warned that if they visited him they would be treated as the Cootes were. People were forbidden to speak tot he Protestant clergy & placards were put up through the neighborhood "that no one should work for Mr. Coote on the pain of death."
Some men of his congregation who went one morning to the bog to cut turf for him, suddenly about mid-day, saw crowds of men crossing the bog shouting & shooting as they advanced. The workmen fled, leaving their coats & implements behind. The crowd of men came up, & having torn the coats to ribbons & broken the implements, retired as the came, shouting and discharging fire-arms. On another occasion a poor fellow who worked for Mr. Coote was attacked & only escaped death by pretending to be dead.

There are a few forts near our house. One is in Knocknacorriga and one in Doon Glebe. They are called forts. They are about a quarter of a mile apart. They are both circular in shape. There is a fence of earth and stones around one of them. The other is surrounded by weeks and blocks of wood and briars and other debris.
There is an entrance hole in the side, but it is very hard to get into the fort. There is an underground passage in the fort in Doon Glebe. It is very hard to go down the passage. There are a lot of rotten timber and sticks and stones in the passage and also low walls. No one ever succeeded in exploring the one in Doon Glebe.

The establishing of the Convent of the Sisters of Mercy was an event of outstanding importance in the Parish of Newport. The late Dr Croke seems to have been very anxious to get the nuns into the district and spoke to the Rev Mother at Doon, about founding a community there. An opportunity presented itself in the year 1900. Mr John Greene, a local Protestant, had inherited from his father Mr Joe Green, the house that is now the convent, together with eleven acres of land.
Mr John Greene married a Catholic and he was converted to the Church, and died a Catholic. After his death, Mrs Greene rented the house to Fr O'Kane, curate at the time, now Parish Priest of Golden. As she had some trouble in administering the property, Mrs Greene decided to sell it, and Father O'Kane negotiated the purchase of it for the Rev Mother of Doon Convent, for £800, on July 22nd 1900. The house was then repaired and remodelled, and five Sisters from the community, at Doon

There is a ruined castle in Doon. It was built by the Mooney's. It looks very old. It has been derelict for over one hundred years. It is in the townland of Doon, in the parish of Milane and Ballinahown. in the County Offaly, There was a battle fought near the Castle at one time, because human bones are to be found in the field which is called "?-na-fola". There was a church in the townland of Cooldorrough which was burned down during the Penal times.
On the level land at the foot of hill on which the castle of Doon stands. There are the ruins of an old monastery. When the Mooney's lived in the castle on the top of the hill, and the monks llived in the monastery at the foot of the hill, they were always at variance with each other.

Once upon a time there was a man named Thomas Keating living in the townland of Doon, Virginia, Co. Cavan. This man dreamt one night about a crock of gold in Doon Fort. He was not a man who believed in his dreams but something persuaded him to go and look for the gold.
This he did at the hour of midnight and he took with him a spade, and shovel, and also a grape. He started to dig for the gold with no light except the light of a candle. He was digging for a considerable length of time before he reached the flag that was supposed to cover the gold. No sooner did he touch the flag than a big black dog came direct from Doon lake with a long chain around his neck.
The dog was making a dreadful noise, and he chased the man who got such a fright that he fled home, and would not think of searching for gold again. It is supposed that the treasure is still there for who ever may start the search again. According to this

Doon well is situated in the parish of Kilmacrenan. It is situated in a green field by the roadside. It is a hilly rocky place, and there are a lot of hills and rocks around it. There is white and purple heather growing on the rocks, and people when they they go to the well, go in search of the White heather, as it is very scarce around our district.
The well was founded by Father O'Friel about thirty years ago, and it was blessed by Father Gallagher. When any person goes to Doon well, they have to say one our father and one hail Mary for the intentions of these priests. It was people named Gallagher's who put the shelter around it. When we go to Doon well, we have to go to the people that are in charge of it and get a penny ticket from which to say the prayers.