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Ar dtús dhéanaidís dioga móra agus chaithidís leathach síos ins na dioga sin. Annsin thugaidís teine dhó. Geobhfadh beirt fhear dhá shluasoidh dhá thochú & fear eile ag caitheamh gainimhe air gha thirminghadh. Nuair abhíodh sé sin déanta aca gheobhadh beirt fhear dhá spád ghá ghearradh ina píosaí móra. Thugaidís go dtí an baile mór annsin é agus gheibidís £5 an tonna air.

29. Tá sé amuigh & tá sé istigh & bionn sé amuigh san oidhche
Tairse an doraisó Na Páistí uilig trí chéile.

22. Cé' n rud a dhéanann suibhal ar a chloigeann.
Tairne bróg
23.
24. Teachtaire beag o theach go teach & bíonn sé amuigh san oidhche
An bóthar
25. Tá sé thoir & tá thiar & tá sé i ngáirdín Bhaile Átha Cliath
An Ghrian
26. Tá teascán beag agam-sa & tá oiread fuinneóg air & tá ar theach an Roigh.
Méaracán.
27. Chuaidh mé suas an cnoc & thug mé an cnoc liom ar mo dhruim
Brosna fraoigh
28. Sgata [?] ruadha ag dul suas an simléar
Splanncacha teineat

22. Cé' n rud a dhéanann suibhal ar a chloigeann.
Tairne bróg
23.
24. Teachtaire beag o theach go teach & bíonn sé amuigh san oidhche
An bóthar
25. Tá sé thoch & tá thiar & tá sé i ngáirdín Bhaile Átha Cliath
An Ghrian
26. Tá teascán beag agam-sa & tá oiread fuinneóg air & tá ar theach an Roigh.
Méaracán.
27. Chuaidh mé suas an cnoc & thug mé an cnoc liom ar mo dhruim
Brosna fraoigh
28. Sgata [?] ruadha ag dul suas an simléar
Splanncacha teineat

14. Cé'n mhí is lugha a ghnios na mná cainnt
Mí Feabhra.
15. Gearainín [?] donn a shuibhalfadh an domhan & nach bhfluichfadh a chos
Beach.
16. Cé'n rud is mó a bhfuil súile air & nach bhfeiceann
Fata.
17. Tá sé ann ó thús an t-saoghail & níl sé ráithe d' aois.
An Ghealach.
18. An duine a rinne é nior chaith sé riamh é & an duine a chaith é ni fhaca sé riamh é.
Cómhra
19. Muiltín iarainn & driobaillín olna air.
Snáth & Snathad
20. Cuaidh mé suas an bóithrín, is tháinig mé annas an bóithrín & thug mé an bóthrín ar mo dhruim liom.
Dréimire
21. Barraille ar an dtráigh & a dhá cheann dunta
Uibh

7. Molt mór dubh teann istigh idir dhá ghleann. Nuair a bhogann an molt mór dubh teann bogann an dhá ghleann.
Asal & Pardóga air.
8. Cailleach sa chluid bior ina súil & í ag utamáil.
Túirne
9. Tá teach beag agam féin & ní shuidhfeadh an luch ann & ní comhaireóchadh abhfuil sa mbaile mór an méid fuinneóga atá ann.
Méaracán
10. Cén rud atá níos duibhe ná'n fiadhach dubh.
A chuid clumhach féin
11. Tobairín fior uisge ar fior bhárr an t-sléibhe
Fuinneoigín gloine is doras cré air Súil.
12. Cnap saille faoi bhun coille & gan aon easna ann
Seilmide.
13. Choinneóchainn i mo ghlaic é & ní sheasfadh sé ar chlár chómhra - Uibh

1. "Faollí garbh, Márt' mín, Aibreán bog braonach, Bealtaine béal-fhluich, Samhradh riabhach, Fóghmhar grianai
Sin é moladh na bliadhna
L.
2. An ghaoth adthuaidh bíonn sí cruaidh is cuireann sí fuacht.
An ghaoth aniar bíonn sí fíor, is cuireann sí iasc go tír.
An ghaoth anoir bíonn sí tor, is cuireann sí goir i gcaoraigh.
An gaoth andeas bíonn sí tais, is cuireann sí drab ar bhrístí. L.3. Ní thig liom a dul i n-easair chrog leis tá mé i n-a thuilleamuidhe i n-easair chrog = ag troid. T.4. An crann a fhásas go suaimhneach bíonn sé lag.
5. Námhaid do'n cheird gan an fhoghluim. T.
6. Toiseach ceatha ceo, toiseach catha gleo, deireadh áith a losc.
7. Tabhair a gcuid dobhtha agus coinnigh uatha (cómhair la i dtaobh na sagart)
8. Tá oiread ar iarraidh uait le cailleach an tinncéo (déarfaidhe é seo le duine a bhéadh ag iarraidh an iomar)
9. Dheamhan gcineadh mhic a' luain a bhí ann ach Seán ("devil a" one was in it but Seán) L.
10. Sé an cás céadna é idir min agus braich ma adubhairt an Paorach nuair a scaip sé an bhraich a mháthair. (Déarfaidhe é seo nuair nár bh'fhiu le duine tíoghbhus a dheanamh ar rudaí) L.
11. Nár théig suaithe ar do lointhe (nuair a gheibhtear bainne) L.

1. "Faollí garbh, Márt' mín, Aibreán bog braonach, Bealtaine béal-fhluich, Samhradh riabhach, Fóghmhar grianai
Sin é moladh na bliadhna
L.
2. An ghaoth adthuaidh bíonn sí cruaidh is cuireann sí fuacht.
An ghaoth aniar bíonn sí fíor, is cuireann sí iasc go tír.
An ghaoth anoir bíonn sí tor, is cuireann sí goir i gcaoraigh.
An gaoth andeas bíonn sí tais, is cuireann sí drab ar bhrístí. L.3. Ní thig liom a dul i n-easair chrog leis tá mé i n-a thuilleamuidhe i n-easair chrog = ag troid. T.4. An crann a fhásas go suaimhneach bíonn sé lag.
5. Námhaid do'n cheird gan an fhoghluim. T.
6. Toiseach ceatha ceo, toiseach catha gleo, deireadh áith a losc.
7. Tabhair a gcuid dobhtha agus coinnigh uatha (cómhair la i dtaobh na sagart)
8. Tá oiread ar iarraidh uait le cailleach an tinncéo (déarfaidhe é seo le duine a bhéadh ag iarraidh an iomar)
9. Dheamháéan gcineadh mhic a' luain a bhí ann ach Seán ("devil a" one was in it but Seán) L.
10. Sé an cás céadna é idir min agus braich ma adubhairt an Paorach nuair a scaip sé an bhraich a mháthair. (Déarfaidhe é seo nuair nár bh'fhiu le duine tíoghbhus a dheanamh ar rudaí) L.
11. Nár théig suaithe ar do lointhe (nuair a gheibhtear bainne) L.

Dá bhfeicfeá sa an spideog ar maidin Dé Dómhnaigh
I n-a suidhe ar a bhfuinneoig is í a' pendáil a bróga,
Ní ghlacfadh sí párdún ó Phápa na Róimhe
Nó go bhfághadh sí luach cliobóig ó Chriostóir na Bóinne,
Bhéadh sé ghá cíoradh ghá cíoradh.
Leedle adle, leedle adle.

Tá grádh ar mo shé píghne agam
Tá dhá grádh " " " "
Is measa liom mo shé píghne ná an croidhe atá i mo lár
Ólfaidh mé píghinn dhe nó b' fhéidir dhá phíghinn dhe,
Agus bhéarfaidh mé an chuid eile dhe abhaile chun na mná.Tá grádh ar mo thuistiun agam
Tá dhá " " " " etc.
Toisigh le sgilling agus bhí ag teacht anuas dhá
phíghinn go mbí sé caithte, agus nuair a thigeann
Tú go dtí "no b' fhéidir dhá phíghinn dhe" abair
Agus dheamhan píghinn ar bith le tabhairt abhaile chun na mná

Caora fhóghmhair agus cailín domhnuigh an dá rud is bréaghaidhe amuighNá creid fionnog ná creid fead ná creid choidhce briatrai mná má' s moch eirigheanns an grian is le toil dé bhéas an lá.Súil le cúiteamh cailleans an cearuchCuidire coimhthigheach agus ná taobh é.Is maith an foighdeach fear gan feargNíor athcuing a bholg fhéin a bhuidheachas go duine riamhAn té nach bhfuil éinne aige ní bainfidh síad gol no gáire as.Ní raibh luighe fada riamh bréagachAn rud a mharbhuigheann duine leigheasann sé duine eileBíonn mí ádh indiaidh na barrainne

An bheirt is measa ar bith in a chéileIn a dhiaidh a feictear a leas do' n ÉireannachSháruigh an fhoighid an cinneamhaintIs dona an chearc nach bhfuil indon scríobadh di fhéinIs fearr cur mall ná ceannacht luathI ngan fios do' n dlíghe is fearr bheadh ann.Suil le cuiteamh a cailleans an cearruchDá dhonacht Séamus is measa bheadh dá eagcaoineadhTosuigh maith leath na h-oibreAn muilleann a bhíonns ag síor mhilt milleann sé mín agus garbhIs minic cúin cionntach

An bheirt is measa ar bith in a chéileIn a dhiaidh a feictear a leas do' n ÉireannachSháruigh an fhoighid an cinneamhaintIs dona an chearc nach bhfuil indon scríobadh di fhéinIs fearr cur mall ná ceannacht luathI ngan fios do' n dlíghe is fearr bheadh ann.Suil le cuiteamh a cailleans an cearruchDá dhonacht Séamus is measa bheadh dá eagcaoineadhTosuigh maith leath na h-oibre
éá
An muilleann a bhíonns ag síor mhilt milleann sé mín agus garbhIs minic cúin cionntach

Bíonn fábhar in IfrionnIs críonna beirt nó duineIs ionndual nach n-íoctar an buille nach mbuailtear.Is fearr lá ag cur tuairisg nó trí lá ag toruigheachtAn té atá saor caithfeadh sé clochAn té is géire sgian feannadh séAn rud a ritheann sa bhfuil is doiligh é bhaint as an bhfeoil.Nuair nach bhfuil rud agat fhein dean do ghoradh le gréin.Níl fhios cé' s measa baosgaireacht ná h-aoisc nó uball na h-óigeFear ar meisge agus fear ar a céill

Is lugha ná fáighde máthair an droch-ádhbhairAn té bhíonns ag magadh bíonn a leath faoi fhéinSeachain an greann a gortuigheanns duineAn té bíonns i bhfadh amuigh fuaraigheann a chuidNíl aon mhaith le sagart gan cléireachAn té nár thug dia dhó acht beagán céille ní iarrann sé air acht an oiread céadnaNí creidfear an fhírinne o fhear deanta na mbréugMí na bhfaoiligh a mharbhuigheanns caoireNí breághtacht a ngíonns brothán acht min.Is fearr suil le muir nó súil le cillIs namhaid an cheird gan í fhogluim

Is lugha ná fáighde máthair an droch-ádhbhairAn té bhíonns ag magadh bíonn a leath faoi fhéinSeachain an greann a gortuigheanns duineAn té bíonns i bhfadh amuigh fuaraigheann a chuidNíl aon mhaith le sagart gan cléireachAn té nár thug dia dhó acht beagán céille ní iarrann sé air acht an oiread céadnaNí creidfear an fhírinne o fhear deanta na mbréugMí na bhfaoiligh a mharbhuigheanns caoireNí breághtacht a ngíonns brothán acht min.Is fearr suil le muir nó súil le cellIs namhaid an cheird gan í fhogluim

Is fearr cara sa gcúirt nó punt sa sparánAn té buailtear sa gceann bíonn faitcíos airTochluigheann muc ciún fataiIs trom an t-ualach an leisgTagann sonnas le athrúNí bíonn idir dhá lá acht oidhcheDá minic dá dtéigheann cruisgín in uisge téigheann sí abhaile bristeNó díol do chearc lá fluichIs minic deifir mhor ar droch-mhargadhFál indiaidh na foghlaNíl aon mhaith san seanchus nuair atá an anachan deanta

Is fearr cara sa gcúirt nó punt sa sparánAn té buailtear sa gceann bíonn faitcíos airTochluigheann muc ciún fataiIs trom an t-ualach an leisgTagann sonnas le athrúNí bíonn idir dhá lá acht oidhcheDá minic dá dtéigheann cruisgín in uisge téigheann sí abhaile bristeNó díol do chearc lá fluichIs minic deifir mhor ar droch-mhargadhLáb indiaidh na foghlaNíl aon mhaith san seanchus nuair atá an anachan deanta

An té nach gcleachtucgheann an marcuidheacht cailleann sé na spuirIs doiligh an sean-focal a shárúNá cur do run le bun an chlaidhe nó go seasfaidh tu ar a bhárrAn té a buailtear sa gceann bíonn faitcíos airBriseann an duthchas thrí suilibh an chaitMur mbidh agat acht pocaide gabhair bhí i lár an aonaigh leisDo réir a chéile deantar an caisleánNá comhair na sicíní sul a tiocfas siad amachNuair a imthigheann an síol imthigheann an fóghmhairMá' s caol cam an ród sé an bóthar mór an t-aithgiorraIs furasta fuilleadh ar cheann cathrach

An rud a fáightear go bog imthigheann sé go donaCeathrar gréasaidhe gan a bheadh bréugach, ceathrar sagart gan a bheadh sanntach ceathrar Franncaigh gan a bheadh buidhe san dáréag nach bhfuighteá i dtír.Nuair a bhíonn an t-ól istigh bíonn an chiall amuighAn té is mo tá tugtha do' n snámh sé bhéas daor faoi deireadh airGeorruigheann beirt an bótharNuair is cruaidh go' n caillíghe é caithfidh sí rithCéard a dheanfad mac an chait acht luch a mharbuighadhAn té tá thuas óltar deoch air agus an té tá thíos buailtear cos air

Deir sean chailleach béarra le cailleach MhuigheóTá dhá thaobh ar dhuilleóigDá bhaint as ciaróig agus dá gcur i meobróig.Mol an oige agus tiocfaidh síNí thagann meirg ar roth a bhíonis ag casadhNuair a ghoireas an chuach an crann gan duilleóig díol do bhó agus ceannuigh carrachNíl tuille dhá mhéid nach dtrághannGob na ghé chomh fada le gob an gandailNuair a thagann an bháisteach tagann síNá díol do bhó lá fluichTá cead ag an gcat breathú ar an Rí

Deir sean chailleach béarra le cailleach MhuigheóTá dhá thaobh ar dhuilleóigDá bhaint as ciaróig agus dá gcur i meobróig.Mol an oige agus tiocfaidh síNí thagann meirg ar roth a bhíonis ag casadhNuair a ghoireas an chuach an crann gan duilleóig díobh do bhó agus ceannuigh carrachNíl tuille dhá mhéid nach dtrághannGob na ghé chomh fada le gob an gandailNuair a thagann an bháisteach tagann síNá díol do bhó lá fluichTá cead ag an gcat breathú ar an Rí

Bhí fear ann fadó is fadó a bhí. Bhí sé ina cómhnuidhe in Smealloch. Tá Smealloch suidthe ar bruach na fairrge taob thíar de Acadanna. Ba de mhuinntir Donncadha é. Fear cródha calma a bhí ann. An t-am a bhfuil mise ag trácht air bhí uireadóireacht aige cois na fairrge. Bhí timcheall trí nó ceithre acra coirce aige ann.
Oidhche amháin i lár an Fhóghmair chuaidh sé go dtí an áit a raibh an coirce aige. Fúair sé amach go raibh cuid de itthe. An oidhche ina dhiaidh sin chuaidh sé go dtí an coirce arís go bhfuigheadh sé amach céard a bhí ag ithe an coirce. Ní raibh sé i bfad ann go dtáinig each uisge isteach go dtí an coirce. Chuir sé é i coirnéal na páirce agus bhí srían ina lámh aige agus chuir sé é ar a cheann. Bhí áthas agus lúthgair ar an bhfear agus thug sé an teach uisge abhaile. Chuir sé isteach ins an stábla é.
Capall mór láidir a bhí ann. Cúpla lá ina dhiaidh sin thosuig sé ag obair léithí. Bhí sé ag tarraingt féir, coirce agus gach rud mar sin léithí. Bhí alán searaigh aici agus díol sé íad agus fúair sé luac maith orra.
Bhí go maith agus ní raibh go h-olc go dtí go dtáinig fear as Dubach Mhic Éoin agus d'iarr sé air an capall a thabhairt ar iasacht dó cun coirce a tarraingt abhaile. Thug sé an capall dó. Dubhairt tinncéar leis an bhfear Mac Donnchada gan í a thabhairt do dhuine ar bith acht rinne sé faillighe ar an gcómhairle sin a

Bí fear ann fadó is fadó a bhí. Bhí sé ina cómhnuidhe in Smealloch. Tá Smealloch suidthe ar bruach na fairrge taob thíar de Acadanna. Ba de mhuinntir Donncadha é. Fear cródha calma a bhí ann. An t-am a bhfuil mise ag trácht air bhí uireadóireacht aige cois na fairrge. Bhí timcheall trí nó ceithre acra coirce aige ann.
Oidhche amháin i lár an Fhóghmair chuaidh sé go dtí an áit a raibh an coirce aige. Fúair sé amach go raibh cuid de itthe. An oidhche ina dhiaidh sin chuaidh sé go dtí an coirce arís go bhfuigheadh sé amach céard a bhí ag ithe an coirce. Ní raibh sé i bfad ann go dtáinig each uisge isteach go dtí an coirce. Chuir sé é i coirnéal na páirce agus bhí srían ina lámh aige agus chuir sé é ar a cheann. Bhí áthas agus lúthgair ar an bhfear agus thug sé an teach uisge abhaile. Chuir sé isteach ins an stábla é.
Capall mór láidir a bhí ann. Cúpla lá ina dhiaidh sin thosuig sé ag obair léithí. Bhí sé ag tarraingt féir, coirce agus gach rud mar sin léithí. Bhí alán searaigh aici agus díol sé íad agus fúair sé luac maith orra.
Bhí go maith agus ní raibh go h-olc go dtí go dtáinig fear as Dubach Mhic Éoin agus d'iarr sé air an capall a thabhairt ar iasacht dó cun coirce a tarraingt abhaile. Thug sé an capall dó. Dubhairt tinncéar leis an bhfear Mac Donnchada gan í a thabhairt do dhuine ar bith acht rinne sé faillighe ar an gcómhairle sin a

An slat a lúbfas leat lúb léiIs léir do'n dall a bhéalD'on té nach bhfághann feol is mór is fiú an t-anbhruitheIs trom an t-ualach ualach teNí fhásann an biadh o bruithtear éIs ionnan baramhail agus bréagIs ar mhaithe leis fhein a ngionns an cat crónánIs fearr cara sa gcúirt ná punt sa sparánIs maith an tuirse an t-anshoghBóthar thú na géige a thóigeann sean bhean bhochtAn rud nach mbaineann duit ná bain dó

An slat a lúbfas leat lúb léiIs léir do'n dall a bhéalD'on té nach bhfághann feol is mór is fiú an t-anbhruitheIs trom an t-ualach ualach teNí fhásann an biadh o bruithtear éIs ionnan baramhail agus bréagIs ar mhaithe leis fhein a ngionns an cat crónánIs fearr cara sa gcúirt nó punt sa sparánIs maith an tuirse an t-anshoghBóthar thú na géige a thóigeann sean bhean bhochtAn rud nach mbaineann duit ná bain dó

Is furusta í chaitheamh agus níl sé éasgaidh í tharraingtIs fearr glas nó an t-aimhreasIs cruaidh an obair do leanbh bliana a chumhdachCuairt ghearr seadh is fearr agus é dheanamh go h-annamhTús ceata an ceó.Má's cadb cam an rod sé an bóthar mór an t-aithgiorraIs doiligh fuil a bhaint as clochDeanann an t-arán cam an bolg díreachNí raibh baoghal ar hobair acht báithfíd b'féidirTabhair an rogha gan bhodach agus togfaidh sé an díth

Tá sé chomh geal le sneachta agus ní sneachta é, tá sé chomh dearg le fuil agus ní fuil é, tá sé chomh glas le féar agus ní féar é, céard é? (ubhall)Na trí sórt fir nach dtigeann na mná fear og, fear meadhon-aosta, agus sean-fhearNa trí rudai is doiligh a thuisgint (Inntleacht na mban, saothar na mbeach, teacht agus imteacht na taoille)Chonnaic muidi rud nach bhfaca Dia ariamh (máighistir)Maide mor ag dul isteach thríd an bhfuinneóig, ní phléasgann sí an fhuinneóg agus ní chuirfeadh a bhfuil go saorsai sa domhan táirnge ann (Bean fhada ghléigeal agus crios dá taobh féin uirthí (punann coirce)Tá sé chomh crunn lé do cheann tá sé chomh fada leis na míltí crainn (ceirtlín snáithe)

Capall sa stábla agus é ag rith cos in áirde (túirne)
Droichead ar an loch gan charraig gan chloch (leac-oidhre)
Leabaidh chlumhach i lár an locha is gan í leigint aon deor isteach (gé)
Gearráinín cocáilte babáilte donn shiubhalfadh sí Éire is ní fhluichfadh sí bonn (beach)
Bíonn sí ar bush bíonn sí ar bais bíonn sí ar bhárr an chlaidhe ghlais, téigheann sí anonn go trath na long agus tagann sí ar ais go treórach deas (ceó)
Ag marcuidheacht go Gaillimh i cead siubhal abhaile (paíosún)
Mo dheaidí mór ar chúl an chomhra agus dhá chéad cótaí mórai air (gas ghabáiste)
Ná trí rudai nach bhfeictear choidhce (fadbhar, gaoch, grádh)

luing agus thosuigheadar ag cainnt. Taréis tamaill glaoigh an caiptín ar na marnealaigh teacht cuige. Tháinig siad agus dubhairt an caiptín -
"Teasbáin dom an fear a cáit isteach san abhainn tú". Dubairt an fear -
An marnéalach sin a cáit isteach san abhainn mé".
Rug an caiptín ar an marnealach agus rinne sé ceitre ceatrúna de. Thug sé airgead don fhear agus dubairt sé leis beith ag imteacht. Chuaidh an fear abhaile agus chaith sé an cuid-eile dá saoghal go sonasach.

dhe".
Lá amháin bhí an fear ag éirghe tuirseach, agus fuair sé scian mhór agus thosuigh sé ag gearradh an éisc leis. Taréis cúpla lá bhí an éisc ag fághail bháis ag ag druidim isteach chun na talmhan. Lá deire bhí an iasc ar an d tráigh agus tháinig an fear amach as an iasc. Bhí bean ag dul go dtí an long le rudaí áirithe agus bhí siad i mála aici. Dubhairt an fear -
"Tá an ciseán sin briste. Déanfaidh mé ciseán nua dhuit". Rinne sé ceann di agus chuaidh sé ar aghaidh. Nuair a tháinig an bhean go dtí an Cúan dubhairt an bhean eile -
"Mo chéile a rinne an ciseán sin. Cá bhfuil sé? Cá bhfuil sé?"
"Tá sé im theach-sa le cupla lá". Chuir an caiptín teachtaire go dtí an teach agus tháinig an fear agus an teachtaire go dtí an long.
Thug an caiptín an fear isteach sa

fear sidhe leo. Chuaidh Seán go dtí a mháistir agus fuair sé íocúicht mhaith.

Bhí fear ann fadó agus b'é an t-ainm a bhí air Seán. Bhí sé pósta agus bhí lán an tighe de mhalraigh aige. Cébí rud thuit amach d'ionntuigh an saoghal in a aghaidh agus b'éigea do Sheán bocht dul amach ag lorg oibre. Lá amháin casadh fear air agus dubhairt sé go raibh sé ag tógáil cúirte acht go dtagadh daoine éicin san oidhche agus leagadís é agus gheall sé dhá bhfanadh Seán leis san oidhche ag tabhairt aire do na cúirte go dtabharfadh sé íocúicht mhór dhó. Chuaidh Seán leis agus é an-tsásta leis féin. Nuair a tháinic an oidhche chuaidh Seán go dtí an chúirt. Ní raibh sé i bhfad ann gur tháinic tríur fear sidhe isteach. Suas le Seán an simléir agus thug sé láidhe leis. Bhí na fir ag iarraidh dul suas an simléir acht chongbhuigh Seán síos iad gur thosuigh an choileach ag bhlaodhach. Annsin d' imthigh na

Bhí fear ann fadó agus b'é an t-ainm a bhí air Seán. Bhí sé pósta agus bhí lán an tighe de mhalraigh aige. Cébí rud thuit amach d'ionntuigh an saoghal in a aghaidh agus b'éigea do Sheán bocht dul amach ag lorg oibre. Lá amháin casadh fear air agus dubhairt sé go raibh sé ag tógáil cúirte acht go dtagadh dao[?] éicin san oidhche agus leagadís é agus gheall sé. Dhá bhfanadh Seán leis san oidhche ag tabhairt aire do na cúirte go dtabharfadh sé íocúicht mhór dhó. Chuaidh Seán leis agus é an-tsásta leis féin. Nuair a tháinic an oidhche chuaidh Seán go dtí an chúirt. Ní raibh sé i bhfad ann gur tháinic tríur fear sidhe isteach. Suas le Seán an simléir agus thug sé láidhe leis. Bhí na fir ag iarraidh dul suas an simléir acht chongbhuigh Seán síos iad gur thosuigh an choileach ag bhlaodhach. Annsin d' imthigh n[?]

Bhí fear ann fadó agus is é an t-ainm a bhí air "Goban Saor". Bhí sé in a shaor cloiche agus ní raibh a shárú le fághail ar an domhan. Lá amháin rinne sé comhra cloiche agus chuir sé ar thaobh an bhóthair ar aghaidh súl na ndaoine. Annsin chuaidh sé i bhfolach comhgarach le go gcluiche feadh sé barramhail na ndaoine dhó. I gceann tamaill tháinic sgata daoine agus bá é barramhail a mbunáite go mba bhreágh an comhra é marach na cosa a beith ró-fhada. Nuair a bhíodar imthighthe thart tháinic sé amach agus ghior sé na cosa roinnt agus chuaidh sé i bhfolach arís. Tháinic sgata daoine eile thart agus ba é a mbarramhail - san go mba deas an comhra é marach go raibh na cosa ró-ghearr. Thuig sé annsin gur mhór an t-amadán a bhéadh ag iarraidh chuile dhuine a shású.Níor dhún Dia bearna ariamh nár fhosgail sé bearna eile.

Bhí fear ann fadó agus is é an t-ainm a bhí air "Goban Saor". Bhí sé in a shaor cloiche agus ní raibh a shárú le fághail ar an domhan. Lá amháin rinne sé comhra cloiche agus chuir sé ar thaobh an bhóthair ar aghaidh súl na ndaoine. Annsin chuaidh sé i bhfolach comhgarach le go gcluiche feadh sé barramhail na ndaoine dhó. I gceann tamaill tháinic sgata daoine agus bá é barramhail a mbunáite go mba bhreágh an comh[?] é marach na cosa a beith ró-fhada. Nuair a bhíodar imthighthe thart tháinic sé amach agus ghior sé na cosa roinnt agus chuaidh sé i bhfolach arís. Tháinic sgata daoine eile thart agus ba é a mbarramhail - san go mba deas an comhra é marach go raibh na cosa ró-ghearr. Thuig sé annsin gur mhór an t-amadán a bhéadh ag iarraidh chuile dhuine a shású.Níor dhún Dia bearna ariamh nár fhosgail sé bearna eile.

Bhí fear ann uair amháin agus bhí sé in a chomhnuidhe in aice le coinicéar. Lá amháin chuaidh sé go dtí poll agus rug sé ar choinín agus thug sé abhaile é. Annsin chuir sé fógra amach go raibh coinín glic aige agus go ndíolfadh sé ar chéad punt é. Bhí duine uasal san áit sin agus chuaidh sé go dtí an fear go gceannóchadh sé uaidh é. Nuair a chonnaic an fear ag teacht é dubhairt sé le na mhnaoi coinín a chur i mbosca agus a rádh an bhfear go ndeacha sé féin amach acht go bhfuigheadh an coinín é agus annsin é a scaoileadh amach in a choinne mar dhóigh é. Tháinic an duine uasal isteach. Dubhairt bean an tighe go raibh fear an tighe imthighthe amach acht go gcuirfeadh sé an coinín amach in a choinne agus dubhairt sí leis an gcoinín dhul amach agus a rádh le fear an tighe theacht isteach. Rith an coinín go dtí a pholl agus

nuair a bhí sé ag dul isteach ann rug an fear air agus thug sé abhaile é. Cheap an duine uasal gur b'amhlaidh a dubhairt an coinín leis theacht isteach agus thug sé céad punt air.

Bhí fear ann uair amháin agus bhí sé in a chomhnuidhe in aice le coinicéar. Lá amháin chuaidh sé go dtí poll agus rug sé ar choinín agus thug sé abhaile é. Annsin chuir sé fógra amach go raibh coinín glic aige agus go ndíolfadh sé ar chéad p[?] é. Bhí duine uasal san áit sin agus chuaidh sé go dtí an fear go gceannóchadh sé uaidh é. Nuair a chonnaic an fear ag teacht é dubhairt sé le na mhnaoi coinín a chur i mbosca agus a rádh an bhfear go ndeacha sé féin amach acht go bhfuigheadh an coinín é agus annsin é a scaoileadh amach in a choinne mar dhóigh é. Tháinic an duine uasal istigh. Dubhairt bean an tighe go raibh fear an tighe imthighthe amach acht go gcuirfeadh sé an coinín amach in a choinne agus dubhairt sí leis an gcoinín dhul amach agus a rádh le fear an tighe theacht istigh. Rith an coinín go dtí a pholl a[?]

"Fanfaidh tú annsin" ar sise "go bfuighfead-sa an rud atá mé a' iarraidh".D' fhan mac an duine uasail sa gcófra ar feadh na h-oidhche. Ar maidin dubhairt sé le bhean an mhic píosa páipéir a thabhairt dó go scríobhfadh sé chuig a athair ag rádh go raibh sé coinnighthe annsin go dtiocfadh an Gobán agus a mhac abhaile. Thug an bhean an páipéar dó agus scríobh sé chuig a athair ag rádh caidé mar bhí an scéal aige. Nuair a fuair an duine uasal an leitir scaoil sé an Gobán agus a mhac abhaile agus thug sé mála maith óir dóibh freisin as [?] an chúirt a dhéanamh. Nuair a chuadar abhaile leigeadar mac an duine uasail saor agus chuaidh sé abhaile chuig a athair agus bhí gach duine sásta annsin.

Éid a fuair me, mháthair Iosa is fiú mé alá (allaidh?) go dtiubhraidh m' anam sláinte do bhráthair
In-ainm an Athar agus a Mhic agus a Spiorad Naomh Amén.
Le h-ainm a Naomh a geineadh
Le h-ainm a Naom a rugad thú
Le h-ainm an lá, baisteadh.
Le h-ainm an lá a rugadh Sán Naom agus Aingeal na bhFlaithe agus le t-ainm fein anocht a mhúirnin gúr ceard sí a deirtear a Mhathair Na maitfea do phaidreacha.
Gach duine a n-abrann an paidir seo trí uaire sa la bhéidh sola Flaitheas aige nuair a geobhfad sé bás.

i látair mná míona nac síonntugtar thiocfad ón tinnis agus on sáocar.
Mo mhaireann atá fighte figte go lá sléibe an dómain.
Tá trí péarseannta sa gCíll seo nac gláodtar i mhaireann Phadraig
Sé rúd már tá sí ágainn agus mar cúiread le céile.
Mo lean go i ig muinntir Éireann ó is sí dómain go ráise féin.
Máireann Phadraig agus ig rád an Gáedilge múna abrócad act an ríomhad cuig deag de béid ánam as Púrgador agát.
Súl a mbéid tú réid leis agus Ad Méin A Thigearna.

dúl i dteach nuad nac bfágad sé sua go barr cliat fada dian de an clánn úsual. Béid áingeal as neam leis. Ní báogal de rig in úabar
Míse Pádraig míorbuilteach sleagas go ceana
Fágam na búaideannta seo ag mo mhaireann bheannuighthe.
Bhúaid dáoine bhuaid dartaí
Beannacht Dia don tí dhearfas mo mhaireann agus Fláitis Dia an lá Déire.
Míse Pádraig míorbuilteach an céad éasbog a tháinig go h-Éireann míoruntac fír úsual go góide leis cógaid na cótruinneas síntina thíocfad d' arm glás ó leochaib
Ní áoine déarfadh mo mhaireann dul i maineam ar fiacha, Féacfaidh leis díolta béidh chát sáor o fhiacha
Níl áoine déarfad mo mhaireann ag íarraid mná óighe nach bfúagadar sónus agus séirn dul i céile agus clánna.
Níl áoine déarfad mo mhaireann

Glaodtar súan fanna beart is áilne sa gcill seo, go mo bhuana bráon glais go hú na gréine.
Greine gile go mo bhuana a shluaighthe anois
Mise agus an Íosa in árm glás.
Íosa má bhaineann dúinn rúin creideamh. Níl níd ar bíth ar an saoghal go mo ghear chrád
Áine Ní Ailne mo bheannacht ó gach sreach go bfúil múinntir go beac na gCille ní ba naire na feilteac féin a bainfear is gearr corpardha
Fágam mo mhaireann ag an ríogeacta mo mhaireann bheannuighthe ag móran. Ní bhíonn cinn ar a néart O h-eistear an bradán
Ní áoine déarfad mo maireann go h-inntreach na h-Éireann dá mar bráite dóibh Fuasgailt dóibh
Níl áoine déarfad mo mhaireann dul i bórd lúinge na bád, Níl baoghal mhutad na bhádad
Níl áoine déarfad mo mhaireann

bportach mór atá toir Cruaic Pádhraic agus Maol Réidh in aice "Feenone". Bhí Diarmuid agus Gráinne rompa i "bFeenone" agus gan mórán seans aca ealó an úair seo. Cheap Diarmuid an chleas seo. Rinne sé an dá leabaidh Diarmuda seo, ceann sa bfraoch agus ceann sa ngaineamh os a chomhair. Líon sé dhá mhála - ceann de'n fhraoch agus ceann de ghaineamh. Shocruigh sé a mhála fraoigh sa leabaidh Dhiarmuda a bhí sa ngaineamh agus an mála gainimh sa leabaidh a bhí bhfraoch ag an gceann eile de'n bhaile sa bportach. Gach ré oidhche chodluigheadh sé féin agus Gráinne in gach leabaidh.Thosuigh Fionn agus an Fhian ag cuartú na h-áite acht theip ortha teacht ar an mbeirt a bhí i bfolach. Nuair a bhí ag cinnt ar Fhinn d' eirigh sé an-corruighthe agus chuimhnigh sé ar an "bfiacal feasa". Chuir sé a ordóg faoí agus d' fáisg sé i lár oidhche airithe agus dhún sé a shuile.
"Feicim iad" ar seisean "in a gcodladh ar leabaidh gainimh". Amach cuartuighidh cois fairrge! Rinne an Fhian amhlaidh acht ní bhfuair siad

Lá ar na Mháiriach bhuail an Gobán agus an mac bóthar arís. An t-am seo nuair dhubhairt an Gobán leis an mac an bóthar a ghiorrú thosuigh sé ag innseacht scéil dó. Níor dhubhairt an Gobán tada anois mar bhí fhios aige gur chuir an bheag comhairle air an t-am seo. Bhí go maith agus ní raibh go h-olc agus shcroicheadar teach an duine uasal agus thosuigheadar ag tógáil na cúirte. Chuimhnigh an mac ar an gcomhairle a thug a bhean dó agus bhí sé an-mhór leis na cailíní. Nuair a bhí an chúirt beagnach tógtha acu tháinic cailín chuig an mh[?] agus dubhairt sí leis go 'rabhadar le h-iad a chur chun bháis. Nuair a beadh an chúirt réidh acu sa gco[?] nach mbéadh aon chúirt eile chomh breágh leis ins an domhan agus dubhairt sí go mbéadh gárda orra agus nach mbéadh aon ghoir acu éalódh. D' innis an mac do'n Gobán gach ar dhubhairt an cailín leis agus thosuigh Gobán ag cuimhneadh ar céard a dhéanfadh sé. Nuair a bhí an cúirt críochnuighthe aige tháinic an duine uasal amach agus d' fhiafraigh sé dhe an raibh an cúirt críochnuighthe aige.

mar tá sé iongantach camh.
"Sidhe an teine cnámh". Tugadh an t' ainm seo air mar tá sé an árd agus gach oidhche teine cnámh déineann na buachaillí agus na cailíní óga teine mhór ar a mhullach.
"Sidhe an toirnige". Is é seo an fáth a baísteadh an t' ainm seo air mar tá tornach ag a thaobh.
"Sidhe an mhaim. Tugadh an t' ainm seo air mar tá sé an árd agus tá talamh an-leibheálta féarach ag a bhun.
"Sidhe beag". Báisteadh an t' ainm seo air tá sé níos lúgha na na cinn thart air.
"Sidhe an leachta". Tugadh an t' ainm seo air mar tá leacht tógtha ar a mhullach agus deireann na sean-daoine gur cailleadh fear ar an chnoc agus cuireadh ar mullach an árdan seo é

"Sidhe an tsolús". Thug na sean-daoine an t' ainm sin air mar chonnaich fear solús mór ar a mhullach oidhche amháin thart ar a dó dhéag a chlog.
Sidhe an chrann chaoithrinn. Tugadh an t' ainm seo air mar tá crann mór glas ag fás ar a mhullach.
"Sidhe beag". Tugadh an t' ainm seo air mar níl sé chomh mór leis na cinn eile mágcuairt.
"Sidhe mór". Tugadh an t' ainm seo air mar tá sé níos mór ná na sidhthe eile thart air.
Sidhe na smutháin. Tugadh an t' ainm seo air mar tá go leór smután le feiceál thart ann.
Lios an charraigh mhóir. Báisteadh an t' ainm seo air mar tá carraig mhór air a thaobh.
Sidhe camh. Tugadh an t' ainm seo air

an bhean-cocaire nach raibh faitchíos uirri agus go rachadh sí in a chómhnuidhe ann. In dhiaidh cúpla lá pósadh iad agus chuadhadar in a gcómhnuidhe san teach sin. An chéad oidhche do chaitheadar ann ní fhacadar nó níor chualadar aon rud agus an maidin in a dhiaidh sin dheirigheadar go moch agus nuair bhí an bhricfeasta thart chuaidh an fear chuig a cuid oibre. Í meadhon lae nuair bhí an teach glanta ag bean a tighe chuala sí mar bheadh duine ag bualadh ar an doras agus chuaidh sí amach go bhfeicfeadh sí cé bhí ann. Cé bhí ann acht bean beag agus d'fhiafruigh sé de bhean a tighe an dtuibhradh sí pota dí ar iasacht mar chuir a máighistreas annseo í chun é a fhághail uaithe.
Thug sí di é agus as go bráth leis an dteachtaire annsin agus an pota léithe. San trathnóna sul ar tháinig a fear abhaile tháinig an teachtaire arais arís leis an bpota agus dubhairt sí

Suim bliadhanta ó shoin bhí ceann de muinntear de Blaca in a chómhnuidhe i gCaisleán Haicéidi gCo. na Gaillimhe. Bhí a lán talta aige agus ar na talta sin bhí caisleán mór áluinn aige, in a raibh sé féin, a chlann agus a chuid seirbhíseach in a gcómhnuidhe. Ar na talta freisin bhí teach eile acht ní raibh aoinne in a chómhnuidhe ann, mar cheap gach aoinne thart timcheall na háite go raibh sidheóga in a gcómhnuidhe ann. Bhí bean cocaire agus garradoir aige agus thuit an bheirt acu í ngrádh agus nuair bhíodar le bheith pósta dúbhairt de Bláca go dtuibhradh sé an teach sin dóibh le h-aghaidh cúpla bliadhain da gcomhnuigheadh siad ann agus aire a thabhairt dón teach.
Níor mhaith leis an garradóir dul in a chómhnuidhe ann mar bhí faitchíos air acht dubhairt

Tá na páirceanna seo a leanas i Máigh-Mhuillinn
"Páirc an ghobh". Tugadh an t' ainm sin air mar tá píosa de ag síneadh amach sa chladach.
"Páirc na tobhair". Thugh na daoine an t' ainm sin air mar gheall ar go raibh trí tobhar fior-uisge ina lár.
"Páirc na smután". Bháist na sean-daoine an t ainm sin air mar bhí go leór smuthán le feiceál i lár an phairc seo.
"Pairc bán". Ní fásfadh mórán féar ins an pháirc seo agus is dócha gur is é seo an féar a bháist na sean-daoine an t ainm sin air agus bhí ithir an gharbh agus go leór clocha ina measg.
"Páirc fraoich. Thug na sean-daoine an t' ainm sin air mar bhí go

"Pairc an árd". Tugadh an t' ainm sin air mar gheall air go raibh go leór árdáin thart air.
"Páirc an chaothrinn. Tugadh an t' ainm sin air mar bhí móin dubh lé fághail thart ann agus nuair a bhéadh sé tirim d' imeochadh sé isteach i gcaorthreán.
Páirc bhóiligh Mhurachaidhe. Tugadh an t' ainm sin air mar bhí sé in aice áit ar a dtugtar boiligh Mhurachaidhe.
"Páirc an tae". Tugadh an t' ainm sin air mar chuala mé na sean-phinsuínéiri thart ar an áit ag rádh go raibh planndaí ag fás ann fadó ar a dtugad siad "tae" na ngarraidhe artha agus go mbruitheadh siad na planndaí agus b' é sin an sórt tae a bhíodh acha fadó.
Tá na páirceanna réimh-ráidhte i bpoll - Raithnigh

"Garraidhe an cladaighe". Tugadh an t' ainm sin air mar bhí sé inaice an chladaigh.
"Páirc na mbroc". Baisteadh an t-ainm sin air mar bhí plúis broich ina lár.
"Páirc bhán". Tugadh an t' ainm sin air mar ní fhásadh mórán féar ann.
Páirc an t' aol. Deireann na sean-daoine gur fuaireadh roinnt beag aol ann.
"Páirc na gcorrach". Is é seo an fáth a tugadh an t' ainm sin air mar bhí sé ann-bhog agus fluich.
"Páirc an luachar". Tugadh an t' ainm sin air mar bhí go leór luachair ag fás ann.
Garraidhe fraoi. Tugadh an t' ainm sin air mar bhí go leór fraoch ag fás thart ann.
"Páirc an tobar". Tugadh an t' ainm sin air mar bhí tobar ina lár.
Páirc Sheoirse. Tugadh an t' ainm sin air mar bá lé fear arbh ainm dó Sheoirse é.

Páirceanna: -
"Páirc úr". Baisteadh an t' ainm sin air mar gheall ar nach bhfuil sé i bhfad déanta.
"Páirc an bhóthair". Thug na sean daoine an t' ainm sin ar amr tá sé le taobh an bhóthair.
"Páirc an Lady". Chuala m sean-mrá agus fir na h-áite ag rádh go raibh bean uasal 'ina comhnuidhe i dteach áluinn i lár an phairc seo agus is dócha gur bh' é si an fáth a bhaist siad an t-ainm sin air. "Garraidhe na gcrann". Tugadh an t' ainm sin air mar gheall air go raibh go leór crainn ag fás ann. "Garraidhe na h-abhna". Baisteadh an t' ainm sin air mar bhí sé in aice lé abhainn mhór.

Bhí beirt fhear agus sean-bhean ann fadó agus chuaidh fear aca chun an aonaigh agus d' fhan an fear eile agus an sean-bhean sa teach.
Tháinig codladh ar an t-sean chailligh agus chuaidh sí taobh amuich de'n teach le sineadh faoin ngréin. Roimh dul a' chodhladh dí dubhairt sí leis an bhfear Bhí sa teach gan leigint do rud ar bith dul in a ghaobhar fhad is bhéadh sí ina codladh.
Niorbh fhada go dtainic cuileóg agus gur luigh sí ar bhaithis na sean chaillighe agus cuimhnigh an fear bocht ar an gcupam bhí faoi. Rug sé greim ar ord agus tharraing sé a sean-bhuille ar an gcuileóig gur bhuail sé an chailleach i gclár a éadain gur shin sé í ina chorr.

Bhuail fear leis an mbeitheamhnach lá agus do rug sé leis é treasna tré theampall feachaint an bhféadfadh sé aon eagla chuir air an mbeitheamhnach. Do bhuail ceann duine leó sa teampall agus gan ann acht cnámh. Do stad an fear ós chionn an chínn anáirde agus dúbhairt sé.
"Tá an ceann ar an dtriollaig agus tá an dranndal maol,
Níl bogadhins na cosa agus níl labairt sa bhéal,
agus dein a mholladh den solla gan cham gan chlaon".
Annsan d'imthígeadar agus chuadar ag siúbal tréd an dteampall arís agus do bhuail a thuille cnámh leó agus dúbhairt an fear arís.
"An bhfeiceann tú an áit na mbíonn an tsúil
An bhfeiceann tú an dranndal manntach beárnach úd,
An bhfeiceann tú an láim a díth lúth
agus feach anáirde ar ghrásta rí na ndall.

beadham-na annsúd ar shliabh na mbeann
beid ár gioinnibh tuille do shluaidtibh deamhan
agus sin é an áit na mbead-sa agus Diarmuid ann
Diarmuid a bainm den mbeitheamhnach)
Sé dlíghe na roilge gan éinne leigeant isteach,
agus sé dlíghe na cille gan éinne leigeant amach,
beadham-na annsúd i bpoll ciúin cluthair cúmhang
agus nuair a buailfear na sluaiste
agus an cré lé nár gcúl,
go nimhtheochaid na sluaighte go léir chun siúbhail,
imtheóchaidh a dtiocfaid is a dtáinig riamh,
imhtheóchaidh an tseamroigh chríona liath,
imtheóchaidh an fhuiseóigh is breághtha ar shliabh
d'imthigh néró dhen léar scrios na gcaradh agus do mhairbh a gheal mhátair féin.
agus nách mór an truag an duine ná tuigean dlighthe Mhic Dé na nGrást".

Fé mar a thagann se".
Nuair a tháinig an spric-lá, d'imígheadar le cois a chéile - an t-athair 'san mac. Bhíodar ag gluaiseacht leótha go dtangadar an áit gur dóigh leo bheadh an leac rómpa, agus ambasa, bhí sí annsan san áit cheannann céadna gan teip.
Do thógadar eatortha anáirde í, d'fheachadar isteach fúithi. Chonnacadar an staighre a dul síos. Phreabadar isteach agus síos leo.
D'fháiltig an duine ceadna a chonnaic an seanduine ar dtúis, rómpa.
Tháinig an bórd láithreach arís, agus gach aon t-saghas bídh air.
D'itheadar 's d'óladar ar aon a leór ndóthain i dteannta chéile, agus i gcionn lae dúbhairt fear a tíghe leis an seanduine eisean do bheith a' sul abhaile anois, agus leigint de'n mac cabhrú leis chun a dhóthain d'ór do chur ar barra chuige féin, agus nuair bheadh san séanta 'ca an mac do theacht tar nais arís chuige féin.
D'imthígheadar ortha. Chuireadar an

Fé mar a thagann se".
Nuair a tháinig an spric-lá, d'imígheadar le cois a chéile - an t-athair 'san mac. Bhíodar ag gluaiseacht leótha go dtangadar an áit gur dóigh leo bheadh an leac rómpa, agus ambasa, bhí sí annsan san áit cheannann céadna gan teip.
Do thógadar eatortha anáirde í, d'fheachadar isteach fúithi. Chonnacadar an staighre a dul síos. Phreabadar isteach agus síos leo.
D'fháiltig an duine ceadna a chonnaic an Seanduine ar dtúis, rómpa.
Tháinig an bórd láithreach arís, agus gach aon t-saghas bídh air.
D'itheadar 's d'óladar ar aon a leór ndóthain i dteannta chéile, agus i gcionn lae dúbhairt fear a tíghe leis an Seanduine eisean do bheith a' sul abhaile anois, agus leigint de'n mac cabhrú leis chun a dhóthain d'ór do chur ar barra chuige féin, agus nuair bheadh san séanta 'ca an mac do theacht tar nais arís chuige féin.
d'imthígheadar ortha. Chuireadar an

Bhí sin ann más fad obhí. Bhí rí i n-Éirinn aon úair amháin agus bhí triúr mac aige. Tháinig lá deas fóghmhair agus a bhí síad aig a ndinnear bhí an lá an-deas téith. Fosgladh an fhuinneog agus tháinig éan deas isteach a raibh a chuid cluimhrighe órlasta mar bheadh dreatach óir ann. D'éirigh an mac a b'óige agus lean sé de'n éan agus lean an bheirt dhearbhrathair fosta. Shíl síad gach aon bhomaite go n-éireochadh leóbhtha breith ar an éan. Chúaidh síad go bárr beinne. Shíos leis an éan ins an bheinn. Ní thiocfadh leo fhághail fhad leis an éan. Chúaidh an fear as sine aca 'na bhaile fá choinne téid a leigfeadh an fear óg síos ins an bheinn. Dubhairt an fear is sine ag teacht do arís gur b'é a cheart dhul síos ins an bhéinn indiaidh an éin.
Chúaidh sé síos, chuir síad an téad faoi n'-ascaill agus leig an bheirt eile síos é. Chúaidh an t-éan síos níos fuide ins an bheinn. Ní raibh uchtach aig an fhear is sine 'dhul síos níos fuide. Tharraing an bheirt dearbhrathair aníos arís é, ag tabhairt fa ndeara daobhtha gur chaill sé a

Do bhí fear ann uair agus do bhí sé pósta agus ní raibh aon clann acu. Sé an ainm a thugad na daoine air ná "Seamuisín á tuigim go díreach thú" mar nuair a beadh sé ag cainnt le n-aoinne bheadh sé ag rádh a tuigim do díreach thú agus mar sin do ghlaodhadar Seamuisín á tuigim go díreach thú.
Ní labharfhad sé in aon chor lena bhean agus do bhíodh sé ag ithe a dhinnéar agus ní labharfhad sé in aon chor léi agus isé seo a bíodh sé ag rád i gcómhnuidhe á tuigim go díreach thú mar ní labarfhad sé aon focal eile.

1. Ceitre corneal ar mo leabaid. Ceitre h-aigeal Dia dhó raibh mo fhaire do bain bas anocht na maidin i bFaiteas, Dia dhó raibh mo aire (dul a colad)
Brighidh Seoighthe. N glasoilean Corrain
2. A Iosa milis atair truag doirt orm brion go dhó grasta anois dhó glaneas mo croid tá aran cruid. Is i broch na shmainte milte seo uaban, Angal ioba Angal dia cabar liom ar fad an lea rí lé meas go sioread dlu na lig an diubhal in h-ean na mbu (ar maidin)
Brighidh Seoighthe N glasoilean Corrain
3. A meig deas beannug is Fuair Fluic é do balach. Is tú tre te dhó lainibh go heagert faig uimpig. O dhó mach an meid Paieid a scuiread go caitir na glóre. (Ar maidin)
Niall Seoighthe Glasoilean Corrain
4. Reir dé go ndeinmid beata na naomh go tuillimid ceol na h-aingeal go cloisimid rodairch na bFaiteas gho bhFeicmid (Ar fhuid an lae)
Niall Seoighthe Glasoilean Corrain
5. A dia na bhFlacas is tus mo neart a tugtar na-nandul is leasa mo suil. Nuair a duiseaca san oidce (Salacar in do suil)
Brighidh Seoighthe Glasoilean Corrain
6. Coraigh do chós go moch in afrinn corraig de béal briatra beannuig coraig dhó mear sleabrat damana muscalt de agus dibit an anacain (Nuair a binn muad sa leabaid)
Brighidh Seoighthe N Glasoilean Corrain

bhí sí rith tuith sí agus leaghú í ar cuail a cionn agus bhí sí ag caint leí féin ag eascaint ach béighinn di craoi h-easta a chuir sa cácha

Bhí seacht ndiabhail an fadó, agus bhí duine achu níos mó ná an duine eile. Tháinig siad go dtí teach agus ní raibh sa teach ach aon bhean amháin agus í ag déanamh arán. Shuid na diabhail uilig síos agus d'iar siad deoch uisge, dubhairt an bhean nach raibh aon uisge isthigh. Sgread Bhaine ort an diabhal ba mhú, chuir an diabhal is mú an diabhal is lú le h-aighe canna uisge agus bhí sé anada amhuig chuir sé an diabhal eile le h-aighe canna uisge agus bhí sé sin an ada amhuig agus béiginn d'en diabhal is mú imteacht sa d'eiread. Nuair a fuair an bhean iad imthigh druid sí an doras ortha. Nuair tháinig siad go dtí an doras d'iar siad ar an bean oscailt agus osclocadh an bhean agus d'iar siad ar an cácha oscail agus do dosclochú an cáca ac ar beag a rith sí go dtí an tomhan agus nuair

tinneas fiachal.
Bhí tinneas fiacal ar fear darb ainm Mícheál mach Mathúna, Litir Úi Cheallaig lá. Agus sé an slighe a tharraing sé an fiachal ná píosa córda dfhághail agus é do chuir mór thimcheall na fiachla agus annsan an córda do ceangal don chathaoir, agus píosa smeacaide ar an teine dfhághail, agus é d' fhágaint inaice a shróine, agus annsan thasnuig sé ag léimrigh agus d' fhágh sé an fiacal ceangailte don cathaoir na dhiaidh.Bhí fear ann uair amháin, agus bhí sé ar buile le tinneas fiacal lá. Fuair sé píosa snáth céireach, agus do ceangal sé ar an bhfiacal é. D' íarr sé ar duine dá comharsan a bhí istig an uair céadna é do tharraingt dhó acht ní dhéanfadh sé é. Bhí cruach ar an bhfalla ós cronn na teine, agus fuair sé cathaoir agus chuaidh sé suas air agus ceangal sé an córda don gcruach. Chaith sé an cathaoir as a shlighe annsan agus léim sé anuas, agus d' fhan an fiachal ceangailta don snáth chéireach.Do bhí bean feasa ann fadó, agus sé an ainm a bhí uirthi ná Brighid na Moich Éirghe. Do bhí sí

tinneas fiachal.
Bhí tinneas fiacal ar fear darb ainm Mícheál mach Mathúna, Litir Úi Cheallaig lá. Agus sé an slighe a tharraing sé an fiachal ná píosa córda dfhághail agus é do chuir mór thimcheall na fiachla agus annsan an córda do ceangal don chathaoir, agus píosa smeacaide ar an teine dfhághail, agus é d' fhágaint inaice a shróine, agus annsan thasnuig sé ag léimrigh agus d' fhágh sé an fiacal ceangailte don cathaoir na dhiaidh.Bhí fear ann uair amháin, agus bhí sé ar buile le tinneas fiacal lá. Fuair sé píosa snáth céireach, agus do ceangal sé ar an bhfiacal é. D' íarr sé ar duine dá comharsan a bhí istig an uair céadna é do tharraingt dhó acht ní dhéanfadh sé é. Bhí cruach ar an bhfalla ós cronn na teine, agus fuair sé cathaoir agus chuaidh sé suas air agus ceangal sé an córda don gcruach. Chaith sé an cathaoir as a shlighe annsan agus léim sé anuas, agus d' fhan an fiachal ceangailta don tináth chéireach.Do bhí bean feasa ann fadó, agus sé an ainm a bhí uirthi ná Brighid na Moich Éirghe. Do bhí sí

abalta gach galar is do leigheas bean draoideachta abeadh í freisin. Seo an slighe a leighisadh sí na daoine. Do bhí buidéal aici, agus deirtear go raibh fear istigh ann, is doca gurbh é sin an diabhail, agus ma go raibh an fear ina sheasamh istigh san buidéal, beid sí abalta an duine a leigeas, agus ma go raibh sé ina luighe, ní beid sí abalta an duine a leigheas. Seo sgéal mar gheall uirthi. Do bhí fear ón áit seo Litir Úi Cheallaigh, darbh ainm Conáin, agus uair amháin, do chuaidh sé go dtí Brighidh na Moich Éirghe, i gcóir leigheas dá mhach a bhí tinn. Núair do bhí sé ag dul, do casadh fear air, agus do bhí aithne aca ar a chéile, agus d'iarr an strómséar ar Conáin cá raibh sé ag dul, agus dubhairt sé an sgéal dó, agus do chaitheadar tamaill ag cainnt mar gheall ar Brighidh na Moich Éirghe. Núair do chuaidh an fear go dtí an áit a raibh sí ina chomhnuidhe, agus dubhairt sé a sgéal di. Agus dubhairt sí nach leigisadh sí é, agus d'iarr sí air cad na thaobh go raibh sé ag cainnt, mar gheall uirthi, agus dubhairt sí leis dul abhaile agus aire a thabhairt dos na ba. Núair a thánaigh sé abhaile bhí ceann des na ba agus í mharbh.
Do bhí fear ó Inis Diomáin ag dul go dtí Brighidh na Moich Éirghe uair amháin. Evil a bhí air, núair do chuaidh sé go dtí Brighid, dubhairt sí leis go mbead go maith tar-éis tamaill, ach go

agus deir sé. "Téirigh go dtí an uaigh chaoighe le Mic Tuathail mo mhac agus bhí agamsa annseo aríst an tráth a leighfeas fead le Goll a chlaoidhe: "Sé' n áit a raibh mac an Ríogh i bpoll a bhí déanta faoi thalamh aca le seacht mbliadhna ag fóghluim sgréach nimhe agus ní raibh aon Éireannach a chloisfeadh é nach raibh cáillte. Chuaidh Conán ar an bpoinnte go dtí an uaigh chaoigh agus nuair a chonnaic Tuathal é shíl sé gurb é an Dearg Mór é agus dá mhéid fáilte dá raibh ag an De. Rí d roimhe bhí seacht n-oiread ag a mhac dhó. Shuidh siad síor annsin ag caint is ag cómhradh. Chuaidh siad ag imirt cártaí annsin agus bhuaidh Conán mar bhí an bhuadh aige. Tabhair do thuairm anois a Dheirg Mhóir adeir mac an Ríogh.
"Cuirimse de gheasa ort do cheann a leagan go caoin ar an gclár agus má tharrnuighim aon bhuile ná leig aon sgréach. Dá leigead Tuathal aon sgréach bhí

ag breathnú ar Chonán agus dubhairt sí: Aithnighim culaith an chlaidhmhe Dheirg, réalt onórach agus an t-éadach ach ní aithnighim a dheilbh ná é féin. Ní dhearna Conán ach cloch a thabhairt ar a phóca mar nár imthigh sé ariamh gan póca cloch agus chaith sé le máthair an Ríogh é agus marbhuigh sé ar an bhpoinnte í. Dubhairt Rí lochlann annsin leis: "Marach gur tú Dearg Mór mo Bhráthair. Ba mhór é m'fhearg leat faoi gur mharbhuigh tú mo mháthair". Dubhairt Conán annsin: - "Sin é dlíghe na Spáinne", na cailleacha a theigheanns ó láthair a dtabhairt amach agus a mbáthadh". Caith Rí lochlann annsin ag caint leis an Dearg Mór mar dubhairt sé agus é innseacht dhó an chaoi a bhí aige le na Fianna a chur chun báir agus dhfhiafnuigh sé dhó an bhfaca sé ag teacht iad agus dubhairt seisean go bhfaca. Ar maidin lár na bháireach dubhairt an Rí le Conán a dhul go dtí an áit a raibh a mhac

The usual time for marriages was shrove. The old people considered it very unlucky to get married on a Monday, Wednesday or Friday. When a person wanted to get anyone of the family married he sent word to the person whom he thought suitable. If the second person agreed they would arrange all about the marriage and they would make a bargain. Each person would have a bottle of whiskey always when the match was being made. The match was usually spoken about first at "Bridgid's" fairday in Sneem, because being at the fair the people would be apt to have a couple of drinks taken and that would give them all the more courage.
No matter how good looking the girl was she would need to have a fortune. Nearly in all the homes it was the oldest boy that got the farm. The fortune he would get was always given to the girl of the house. The difference of ten pounds would often be the cause of breaking up the match.
Everybody tried to have a wedding and to ask all their relations young and old. The relations looked forward to the wedding as a great event of pleasure. The boy that was to be married and his friends always went to the girls house first, where they had breakfast which

there to day. Paddy O'Sullivan was restored to his house and farm where the third generation is living to day. Their name instead of being O'Sullivan is "Broderick" to day. That is the finish of a good Land Lord and a bad agent.
Before the time of Cromwell there was not any rightful owner for the land. People sat gardens in different places. After the wars of Cromwell the soldiers took portions of the land. One of the soldiers took up the land from Blackwater bridge to Bunaneer bridge. After some time this soldier sold his property to a man by the name of Mr Bland who used to cart butter to Cork. The soldier sold the land for ten pounds. Mr. Bland used to sell parts of the land now and again. One of these buyers was Mr. Germyn who had his residence in Scart. This family were to pay rent to Mr. Bland. But in return the native people had to pay about five pounds rent to the Germyns so that the Germyns would have to pay two pounds to Mr. Bland.
Time after time the agents got tenants to work very hard for about four pence a day. Some agents gave the grass of one or two cows to the workmen and the workmen had to give two days work in the week in return.
The tenants had to take off their hats in respect for the agents they collected rent in a certain house. Mr. Butler collected it in the Court house in Caherdaniel. Eugene O'Sullivan collected it

lamenting his loss. The barn is not ours but is a hill near Neidín, Father Ó Dunnighin states.In the elegy on Ó Cróníns (Tedhg or Píoraig?) three children Eiblín Diarmuid and Tadhg who were drowned, he commences with the words "Rath Mhór moaned" and some lines later says "on her lime-white mansion, the most hospitable sore affliction is the tidings".O'Rahilly was without question well educated; and his knowledge of the classics is sufficiently attested by the classical quotations, and the allusions to classical topics to be found in his writings. He translated St. Donatus's Latin poem on Ireland into Irish verse, but we regret that we have been unable to procure his version for this volume. The extent of his knowledge of English we cannot accurately ascertain; but from allusions and quotations in his prose works it would seem that he was at home in that language. His knowledge of Irish was unquestionably profound. His command of that tongue was such as natural genius alone, without extensive study, could not give, and has rarely if ever been equalled.
There is a reason to believe that he was at first in good circumstances but his poverty at the end of his life was extreme. It is hardly possible to read

1850. There were two curates from Jan. to Oct. 1844.
17th Oct. 1878 Rev. M. Power C. C. 25th May 1880
15th July 1879 " T. Quille " 7 Nov. 1881
27th July 1880 " J. Barton " 14 Nov. 1892
22 Oct. 1882 " M. McCarthy " 27 " 1882
2 Dec. " " M. OBrien " 24 Feb. 1894
16 Jan. 1882 " Eugene OSullivan -----Rev. J. Barton -> Rev. M. OBrien spent 12 years each. No entries from 1883 to 1891.8th Oct. 1893. Rev. Thomas OSullivan P. P. Dec. 1914
16 Nov. 1894 " Wm OConnor C. C. 19 Sept. 1897
1 Mar. " " Michael Mc OConnor " 30 Apr. 1908
10 Nov. 1897 " Jerl Kelly " 3 Mar. 1900
14 March 1900 " James Nolan " 17 Dec. 1905
1 June 1905 " John Brick " 12 July 1913
28 Dec. 1905 " J. J. OSullivan " 17 May 1911
11 June 1911 " M. P. Fitzgerald " 24 Feb. 1917
26 July 1913 " Peter Sheahan " 14 Oct. 1916January 1st 1915 Rev. J. Carmody P. P. died on January 1 st 192622 Oct. 1916 Rev. D. Behan C. C. 9th Feb. 1921

a King Fish. That was the first time they ever heard of the name but the old man said that when the salmon congregate in the sea before coming up to spawn a King Fish leads them from the sea. This King Fish was struck at Ruisín Tráig in the River Flesk between Ruisín Mór and Curreal in the parish of Glenflesk Co Kerry.
Whenever the man in the parish is talking about a fish the size of which he wishes to emphasize he says it was a King Fish.
Salmon are fished for in the same way as trout. After a flood during the winter a man walks along to river bank looking for fresh "scours", and looking out for fleeing salmon. As soon as the fish see a person approaching the bank he runs off into deep water.
Before nightfall the roads are patrolled by sentries on the lookout for police or water bailiffs. A torch is made of a sod of turf soaked in paraffin oil with a pike stuck through it. If more than one ford it to be fished the torch is made of a tarred bag tied with wire about the end of a strong

stick or about the prongs of an old pike.
When a sod is used more than once or twice it becomes loose and falls off too easily.
The tarred bag has paraffin oil thrown on it. One make takes a bag for quenching the light when a ford is fished and a can of paraffin. Another man takes a clean bag for bringing home the salmon. If there are two spare men they take a rake handle instead of a bag for bringing the fish. The rake handle is driven through the gills and the fish hang down.
]The fishermen move noiselessly to each ford so as not to frighten the fish. When the torch is lighted the man carrying it keeps it behind him until he reaches the water and then raises it. Spears or gaffs all barbed are used. When a fish is speared it is taken on the spear to the bank and thrown to the bag-man the fish being raised over the head so that it would not fall off. When a gaff is used the fish is struck with a sudden "whip". Rather the gaff is drawn across him and he is whipped up under the arm pit and held between the elbow and the body. It takes a real expert to use a gaff successfully and it is a

red coals of fine in at the eye. When it was lighting well a layer of the broken stone (called a lay) about a foot thick was thrown on top of the turf. A layer of turf was then put in and so on with alternate layers of stone and turf until the kiln was filled. According as the lime was burned it fell down and was drawn out at the eye and further layers were put in on top. The farmer judged by the burned lime whether or not there was enough heat. If some of the stone came out unburned it was thrown in again and the proportion of turf increased.
From the moment the kiln was lighted - "fire put in the kiln" - until the last of the lime was burned the kiln had to be kept full and this meant that after putting on a layer between ten and eleven o'clock at night the farmer had to be there at four o'clock again next morning.
A man does not tend a kiln in the morning without eating something however small as a person is likely to get a weakness when attending to it unless he has eaten something.
In the month of June 1906 a young man named ODoherty from Bun a'chumar in the parish of Glenflesh was filling a kiln for his employer a man named Cooper of Droum

73. Q. Why is "I" the luckiest of all the vowels?
A. Because it is in the middle of Bliss, "E" is in hell and all the others are in purgatory.
74. Q. Why should your house slippers last for ever?
A. Because you never wear them out.
75. Q. What can you knit without knitting needles?
A. Your brows.
76. Q. When is a rock not a rock?
A. When it is a shamrock.
77. Q. What is it that divides by uniting and unites by dividing?
A. pair of scissors.
78. Q. What goes round the house and can't be seen?
A. Air.

John Corbett of Beeing Glantane Mallow was a famous mile runner. He won the Munster Championship Cup in Fermoy in 1908 and won the same event in Mallow in 1909. He used run at every sports meeting some time ago and was always sure to return with a prize.Jackie Barrett of Ballydaheen Mallow ran from Cork to Mallow and then jumped the river Blackwater. He got several prizes from people who witnessed his action.John Breen of Ballyviniter Mallow was a famous 100 yds runner. He won hundreds of prizes. He competed in almost every town in Munster.Timothy O'Connor of Croughta, Ballykit Mallow was a great high jumper. He jumped the height of 6 1/6 ft., but Martin OBrien of Grange Mallow beat him by jumping 6 1/4 ft. Both were beaten by Con Leahy of Charleville who jumped 6 1/3 ft. He Leahy went to America and won the Championship of the World.

Old CraftsStarch Making.
Peel the skin off potatoes. Then grate the peeled potatoes with a grater. Pour boiling water on the grated potatoes and stir well. The starch is then made.Candle Making.
Candles are made out of cows' fat. The fat is first melted down into oil. Then a mould is procured and a thread is drawn through its centre. The boiling oil is then poured into the mould and left until set.
Burning of Lime.
In many parts of Ireland old customs are still carried on and in Tureenamult the burning of lime is carried on day by day. Near the Quarry is a kiln and a house in which to stow the lime. The limestone is first quarried out and then when dry put into the kiln. Turf is used to burn the stone. At the bottom of the kiln is a small hole and out here comes the burned lime. Lime water is good for health and strength.

Lá dá raibh sagart ag chur dó ar a shuaimhneas d' íompuig an lá amach go h-olc. Bhí an báisteach a scealladh anuas ó thalamh.
Tháinig an sagart go bruach abhann ach go h-áirithe, agus bhí an abhainn ag chur thar mhaoill. Ní raibh fhios aige cad do bhféarra dhó a dhéanamh. Chas sé ar a sháil agus cé bheadh taobh leis ach strapaire árd d'fear.
Bhuail se bleib ar an fear agus dubairt "Chuir treasna 'mé agus bheadh an bhuidheach duit". "Is míse a bhéarfaid má éistéochair m'Faoistin". "Táim sásta" ars' an sagart. "Léim ar mo dhrom" ars' an fear.
Anáirde leis an sagart agus súid leo isteach san abhainn. B'fhada an lá ó chuaid an fear isteach go bosca Na Faoisdine. Thosnuig sé ag ínnsint na peacaí dhon sagart, agus iad í lár na n-abhann d'innis sé pheacha uathbhás ach dó. "Tá an díabhal thíar ort" ars an sagart. Las sin dhein an fear léim agus caith sé an sagart dá dhrom agus ar sé "Má tá, bíodh sé i lár na n-abhann anas sé ní bheidh sé ar mo dhrom-sa.

Beirt lucht siubhail a bhuail le chéile i dtig feirméora lá. Ní raibh an bheirt ró bhuidheach dá chéile le tamall roimhe sin. Bhí cnapán ar dhrom duine aca, agus bhí fíorshúil aige an duine eile, slán mo cómhartha. Tabair fear an "fíorshúil" agus dubairt. "Nách moch ar maidin atá an t-ualach crochta agat ort féin".
"Is docha go bhfuil sé moch go maith is gan na "shutters" bheith anuas agat sa fós" ars an bhfear eile.

When a certain man in the district of Pallasgreen was baptised the priest who baptised him told his sponsers that he'd never see a ghost or anything unearthly during his life. The priests words held true until one night in the month of December. It happened that the man was coming from a public house in Kilteely and as he was coming home he had to go through a bog called the Bog of Ballinagreena. Now as everybody knows that it is very lonesome to cross fields at night but this man was not a bit afraid because he had heard what the priest said at his baptism. However as he was crossing the bog he looked behind him and to his great astonishment he saw a woman dressed in beautiful white robes. He noticed that she was not walking but floating in the air. The first thought that entered his mind was that this was a ghost. At this a plan came into

This is a prayer which was supposed to be said by people who were leaving their native land in ancient times. It is not to be found in any prayerbook nowadays. Here it is: -
O Adorable Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ, who died on the gallows tree for our lives. O Holy Cross of Christ see me in thought.
Holy Cross of Christ ward off from me all sharp repeating words.
Holy Cross of Christ ward off from me all things that are evil.
Holy Cross of Christ ward off from me all dangerous deaths and give me life everlasting.
Holy Cross of Christ ward off from me all my enemies visible and invisible.
O crucified Jesus of Nazareth have mercy on me, now, and for ever more. Amen.

often seen them used with great effect to a large cut.
Of course there were charms for stopping blood, but very religious people did not believe in them although all the words of charms that I ever read were only grand prayers.
I saw where a man had a charm for taking out a turnip or potato from a cow's neck that choking and swollen ready to drop dead.
This cow belonged to our old Parish Priest who was a real Saint he was so holy. The cow swallowed a large sized turnip which stuck in her throat. He sent for the vet. Surgeon and he used the pump, but with no avail. The old priest went into his room and left the men, who were looking at the cow gooping there. One of the men suggested to send for the fellow who had the charm for taking the thing

the extra food used to supply the veins with new blood, that used to kill the tubercular germs in the blood stream. Another good cure the old people has was to fill a two gallon jar with buttermilk and place this jar for two or three months under the earth and then take it up and take a wineglass full three times a day after meals. I think this had the same effect as the Dandelion mixture that is it [?] the patient a great appetite and new blood was formed from the extra food digested. There were cures for stopping blood, one was by chewing the leaves of "S " and placing the chewed leaves up to the cut. I have done this myself very often and it has never failed, where once a vein was cut but I do not know about an artery. Cobwebs were an old remedy for stopping blood from a cut vein. I have

In a farm in Greannta Glenflesh there lived a farmer, his wife and family some 57 years ago. Somehow his cattle were not thriving and one cow yielded blood instead of milk. The woman of the house was very worried about this and one day while driving the cows she met an unknown man on the path leading to the pasture field.
She saluted him and he in return saluted her remarking that one of the cows she was driving yielded blood instead of milk. She admitted it was so. He told her she would find a small flat green stone some day in the near future but that she should not look for it and when she got it she should rub it to the cow's udder and then the flow of blood would stop.
She continued driving the cattle for days without finding the promised stone but one morning after a week or so it was there right in the centre of the path. She took it up and examined it and saw nothing unusual in it. She rubbed it to the cow's udder as advised and sure enough the cow was cured, but to her dismay when she

In penal times in this district tenants were evicted from their holdings on the most trivial excuses and these handed over to favourites. (1) The latter were admitted to have legal possession if allowed to put out (quench) the fire and take away a wisp of thatch from the roof.
(2) No milk was given away on May Day.
(3) No butter was churned on that day.
(4) People brought water from where three boundaries met (to increase their butter).
(5) No fire was let out of the house on May Day.
(6) Should a person enter a house with a weapon (beam spade +c.) he was ordered to go abroad backwards and remove the burthen before entering.
(7) When churning three small pieces of live coals were placed under the staff churn.
(8) Every person who entered a house whilst churning was in progress had to strike some few strokes of the churn-staff saying "God bless all here".
(9) Journeys were not started on Mondays.
(10) A woman was forbidden to enter the field where a pair of horses were ploughing.

Once upon a time there lived a king who had only one daughter. Her mother died when she was very young and her father put her into a castle and got a nurse to mind her. One day when she was sitting near a window upstairs the ground was covered with snow, and she saw a black crow drinking blood off the snow. She called her nurse and asked her was there a man with hair as black as the crow, skin as white as the snow and cheeks as red as the blood. The nurse told her that every seven years three boys, come playing hurling in that field near the castle and after to-morrow they will come. The girl went upstairs and was watching the boys playing. One of the boys struck the ball and put it into the castle. Then the boys saw the girl and asked the ball of her, and after a while

she gave it to them.
She asked one of the boys to take her down from the castle. He asked her how could he bring her out. She told him to bring her a certain amount of thread and she would make a ladder and go from the castle and return home with him. He got the thread and brought it to her. Then she made the ladder and told him to come for her in three days time. When the three days were ended he went for her. Every morning the king went up to see his daughter. But this day the nurse told him she was gone. Then he sent his army after her and the three boys fought the soldiers. Then by magic the king drew a lake and the three boys tried to cross but were drowned. Then the king brought home his daughter. After a while he put her in a castle where she saw no person or friend. When she was a young lady he said that he would bring her home because she had forgotten everyone. Then he went for her and brought her home. As they were coming along in their carriage they saw boys playing in a field. She asked him what they were and what were they doing. He said nothing for a while and then she asked him again what they were

There were twelve wine merchants in Kilmurry long ago. At that time Kilmurry was a big town. Spanish and Italian vessels used smuggle wine into the pier at Seafield and the wineshops used retail that wine. After some time a watch-tower was erected on Mutton Island, the ruins of which are still to be seen surrounded by a high wall. Smuggling was stopped and the wineshops fell into decay.
Vessels from Rome used call to Seafield long, long ago because it is said that it was from Seafield pier St. Flannan set sail on his visit to Rome.
The people in this district used buy their goods in those shops. On Sundays there used be a little market outside the church gate. Here they used sell butter, eggs, and other things. Money was very scarce in olden times. The money the people used were tokens of lead and leather.
The people long ago used barter the goods. If a man wanted to buy a cow he would give the number of calves equal to the value of the cow to the owner.
There was a lot of superstition in Ireland long ago. If a man "sat" corn in his garden on a Monday it was believed that the fairies would have it growing in his neighbour's garden the next week. Monday was considered an unlucky day for cutting

The shops were very few in olden times. There were two shops in Ballymakea, one in Shandrum, one in Craggane and one in Annagh. These shops were called huxter shops and they used sell in small quantities.
They used sell small goods near the church on Sundays after Mullagh Mass. A woman used sell after Mass.
Money was not as plentiful long ago as now. Sometimes they used swop goods instead of money. A woman named Mrs Mary O'Leary who lived in Ballymakea used walk to Kilrush about fourteen miles with on a basket on her back and she used be knitting her stocking going and she used have the stocking made when she arrived home in the evening. She used bring home the goods she used sell in the shop such as bread, soap, candles, and other things. In the Summer of the year she often made this journey four times a month and she used get the goods. They used bring their corn to Kilrush market long ago. The poor farmers had not any

salmon was taken every night for Bairri, after being caught in a one meshed net (a noose probably). The angel said to Bairri - It is not here your resurrection will be.
C. 12. After that Bairri came over the river to Cill na Cluaine, and a church was built there; and it happened at the same time that there came to him two disciples of Ruadhan, namely, Corbmac and Bachin. After macking an appointment with them, Ruadhan said to him - Go, with a blessing, to the place where its tongue shall strike your call, and where the cause of religion will be in your good books, it is there your resurrection shall be. When they arrived after that with Bairri at Cill na Cluaine, all those things came to pass with them, after the words of Ruadhan. Great sorrow seized them after that, for they did not expect the church would be left to them. Bairri said to them - Be not sorrowful or sad; I give to you and to God this church with all its appurtenances. There were constructed, through Bairri, twelve churches before he came to Cork, and yet he gave all through his humility, and the greatness of his charity.
C. 13. An angel after that directed Bairri from Cill na Cluaine to the place where Cork is to day, and

Talmhach and Findchua of Donoughmore, and Fachtna Rcha, and Fachtna of Ross Ailithir Luicer, and Cumann and Loichin of Archadh on Aird Cairne, and Findtan, and Rothuil who are at Ross Caerach, and Trealean who is at Drom Druighnighe, A Caolchu, and Mo Ghenna, and Mo Driomog, and Santon, and Luizer son of Colum. That company all offered their churches to God and to Bairri in perpetual fidelity. Likewise there were with him in partnership, [?] with the sister of Bairri, and Clothru daughter of Conall, and the three daughters of Mc Carthann, and Cochbaille of Ross Benchuir and Moshillan of Rathmore, and Scothnat of Cluain Beg, and Lasar of Acadh Durbcon and the three daughters of Lughadh of Dun and Her, and Bridget in charge of them. All this company offered their Church to God and to Bairri, in faithful perpetuity, namely Bairneachmore, in Musgry Mitain after getting a banner there, and Nathi and Brogan; theu offered their church to Bairri, namely, Bairneachmore and Bairri left with them a chalice for lay communion and four books of the Gospels. Lughadh son of Findton, who desired him to go to the country of Cliuch; it was he the same who got control of a community at Carm Tighearna in the country of Fer Muigh Féin (Fermoy) he offered his Church to Bairri, and Lughadh took from Bairri a chalice of white metal for lay communion. Baetan

Q. One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead men got up to fight,
Two blind men stood looking on,
Two cripples ran for the peelers,
While two dummies shouted "Hurry on".
What is that?
A. A bag of lies.
Q. What is all to one side like the town of Fermoy?
A. The handle of a can.
Q. On which side of a jug is the handle?
A. On the outside.
Q. Which travels faster - heat or cold?
A. Heat, 'tis easy catch cold.
Q. A duck before two ducks
A duck behind two ducks
A duck between two ducks
How many ducks is that.
A. Three.
Q. 'Tis red and 'tis yellow and 'tis partially green,
The king can't come at it no more than the queen.
A. The rainbow.
Q. What is that you have and I cannot

do without it?
A. A name.
Q. What is no use to the car but the car cannot do without it.
A. Noise.
Q. Why is a horse a queer eater?
A. Because he eats without a "bit" in his mouth.
Q. What makes more noise than a sow at a gate?
A. Two sows.
Q. Which apostle wore the biggest hat.
A. The one with the biggest head.
Q. Black we are and much admired,
Men seek for us till they are tired
We tire the horse, but comfort man
Tell me this riddle if you can,
A. Coals
Q. How many thorns in an acre of furze?
A. One and all the rest
Q. Why is a dead ass like a narrow boreen?
A. Because he has no breath.
Q. As soft as silk, as white as milk,
As bitter as gall.
As thick as a wall

pagan practices. It so happened that the finder had the reputation of being capable of performing these rites, and since then many things have happened locally, - which people hold are attributable to these practices.
Eggs have been found hidden in the wynds and meadow cocks and abortion in cattle is laid down as the result with consequent lose of milk and produce. Eggs have been found in potato gardens where no hen had recourse to and the resultant crop, though good to look at, was inedible. This recurred where the previous crop was delicious to taste. The following stories about these pagan customs are related.
It so happened, one farmer was drawing his hay to the barn and, finding eggs in the hay, was advised by the workmen to burn them. He took the eggs folded in a bunch of the hay on to the public road beside the haggard, and set fire to the lot. The day was quite calm and to the astonishment of all a whirlwind came and blew the fire in all directions, driving terror into the poor man's heart lest his barn and dwelling should go in flames. That man suffered great losses on his farm, and is now gone to reside in another place having sold out the old homestead.
Another farmer whom I am very well acquainted with and whose word I credit has had the following experience. Finding eggs in his hay when removing it to the farm, he took little or no heed to them. His cattle went wrong, and the produce was down by more than 50%. On another occasion he

Seemingly there were abominable customs in vogue in many parts of Ireland whereby certain individuals (generally of the fair sex) by diabolical rites were able to injure their neighbours' property, nay, take the produce to themselves and for their own advantage.
When I was a young lad I had heard of pishoges e. g. the carrying of the butter and milk from their neighbours, the evil eye, whereby the crop, animal, or even person would be injured, etc. Years passed by and I thought and was led to believe these pagan customs were merely hearsay, but there was no foundation for them, but in the last dozen years they seem to have been resurrected from their slumbers once more.
The first idea I had of such happenings being in existence was about a dozen years ago. A certain woman was taking dinner to her husband in the harvest time one Friday and taking the short-cut to the meadow she was obliged to pass over two or three other farms. When crossing a fence into a neighbour's meadow an envelope (in which were two boiled eggs for her husband) dropped and she went her way never missing the envelope till she is giving him his dinner. Her name was on the envelope and the owner of the meadow finding it gave out all sorts. Then and then only did I hear that eggs and meat and such like things were connected with these

in the house (it being unknown to have a hen in the house by night). She replied that he was dreaming and have sense and go to sleep again. However there was no sleep for him as he never heard of a hen leaving her roost in the dead of night except driven therefrom, and if it got upstairs unawares there was nobody there to interfere with it, and 'twould in all probability remain there till daybreak.
Early next morning he was up first of the house-hold and sought out the intruder of the night before. There was no trace of it. He examined the door and windows, but there was no opening for a hen to get through. He searched the house from end to end under beds and presses in all nooks and corners and no bird was to be found. Upstairs he went and no bird still appeared yet her dropping was quite fresh and visible on the seat of a chair. This was the only clue he had for his story to prove 'twasn't a dream he had.
Very well: the daughter and the other children were making sport of it at the breakfast table. The man was a widower and the daughter managed the fowl. She was insistent in her belief that no hen was under the roof, yet how did the dropping come there? This was the mysterious part of it! But there was yet more to come. Previous to this occurrence every day she was obliged to pay two visits to the fowl-house to collect the eggs, gathering a dish or basinful on each occasion. There was no need for two visits now to collect them. They were

found a stone linen bag, nearly full of Indian meal, in his barn one morning. It didn't belong to him and the month of the bag was just turned in and the bag placed upside down. On seeing it his suspicions were aroused, and he lifted it carefully, turned up the mouth, saw the contents and brought it into the house. He questioned the family about his discovery and each and everyone was ignorant of it. An old woman happened to be the maid at the time and she advised him to put the bag and contents behind the fire. It was done and that ended the matter. On another occasion he found a pig's bag divided into three parts in a cock of his hay. I forget what he did with it but his cows were like so many goats all the time - so little milk were they producing.
Another thing happened one night in the month of June. He was in bed on the ground floor about 2 a. m. and was surprised to hear the thing hopping from step to step coming downstairs. He thought it was the cat perhaps. On reaching the parlour it moved as if coming towards his bedroom door. He called out Cuit! Cuit! Cuit! and it turned and went towards the kitchen at the other end of the parlour. In a few seconds he heard the hen cackling similar to that which is heard when a hen is routed from her nest after laying there. At the same moment the dog in the yard outside barked viciously and made drive as if he was in hot pursuit of a dog or cat or some such creature. He lighted the candle and called his daughter who slept in the next room, and questioned her as to why the hen was left

The smoke goes down when the air is heavy.
Quack, Quack, the ducks
the pea-cocks cry.
The distant hills are
looking nign.For rain: - The West and South West winds blow. A dusky-grey sky and a cloudy sky. Fog on the mountains, and misty mountain tops, when the mountains seem to come near you, that is another sign of rain. The seagulls coming inland, the dust rises on the roads sudden gusts of wind, smoke coming down the chimneys, the waters of the sea or lake green.
Thunder: - Dark heavy days, very dark clouds, when a storm is coming, it is said the horse runs mad through the fields, a strong wind and a rough foamy sea or lake.
Snow: - The robin stays round the house, the north wind blows hard and a black sky and cold weather.
Frost: - East wind blows, cold evenings.
Fine Weather: - Red sun-sets, blue sky.
Rain is expected when the sky looks dark and cloudy, the hills seem near and the clouds seem to touch their points, and a

There is great excitement at tea to see who will get the ring. After tea there is a little feast, sweets, biscuits, chocolates and every kind of fruit. The children go to bed early to get up for Mass next morning.
Shrove starts New Years Day, from that time to Shrove Tuesday as it is called. Nothing is talked of but marriages.
People say that the young lady who got no offer of marriage during that time was so annoyed over being left on the shelf, that she broke all the pots in the house. On the last Sunday of Shrove the children gather round the young boys and girls and put stripes of chalk on their clothes to show that they were not married during Shrove. That Sunday was usually called "Chalk Sunday". From sixth of January to Shrove Tuesday. It is the custom to get married. The people who are to get married, they go to town and make the match. It is the custom to have a lot of drink. They have to give the money to the man that the girl is to marry. It is the custom to get married before the last day. The last day is Shrove Tuesday.
Ash Wednesday. A lot of people go to Mass on that morning. They go to get holy Ashes. Some

for a wager.
They crossed the Deel at Ballycorrown and got into the village of Carraloughy. Fortunately there was only a little water in the river as it was summer otherwise they should have been drowned.
After they had crossed the Deel, Jimmy seemed to be lagging after his two and a half mile race but Michael seemed to keep up the same vigour with which he commenced.
The distance from where they crossed the river at Ballycorrown to the main road at Carraloughy is three quarters of a mile, still they ran this distance and once only did Jimmy stop to rest himself. When they got on the road they ran southwards to the village of Rake-street which is one mile from Carraloughy. They had now completed a race of four and a quarter miles but still Jimmy ran on

was unable to do so as his lameness hindered him but he quickly crawled over it and both men were again on the road leading to their homes. They ran at least a quarter of a mile in the field and the race which was not yet ended was five and a quarter miles.
The chase continued as far as the old school in Richmond which is one and a half miles from the wall which they crossed at Richmond farm. In the yard of the school Michael overtook the exhausted Jimmy and delivered him of the coveted halfpenny.
Michael went to England soon afterwards and I never heard anything about him since. Jimmy never left home but always worked for a man near his native village. He died in Ballina Poor House at the age of seventy three years.

pull gently until loop is quite small, make another loop in the opposite direction to what you made it. Then you will notice that one end of twine comes out under the loop and the other end comes out from over the loop. Now take end (of twine)that comes out over the loop, bring it through loop below, round about and through top loop until it lies side side by side with other end. Pull both ends then and the twine should easily become unravelled. The whole operation takes about 30 seconds when you know how. It takes a long while to explain fully to the "uninitiated" and perhaps unsuccessfully at the end when one is trying to explain by the written word. Perhaps you know the trick already. If you don't you will I hope be able often a time to make it on the above directions. Better still perhaps someone in your locality can demonstrate which is so much easier than the method I have of necessity been forced to delope to the reader.
"Snaidhm na bPéist" was used long ago and occasionally still to cure animals from worms. It is kind of charm and having merely reverently made it over afflicted

A Leipreachan lives in a moat. He is supposed to be a foot and a fist. He has a very crooked nose. He wears a white breeches a green coat and a red cap and long shoes. He is always making shoes. He has a hammer and a last leather sprigs. He has a crock of gold by his side in a hole of the ground. He is always minding the gold. He would try to trick you he can. If you looked away for a second he would be gone. If you went around the

A Leipreachan lives in a moat. He is supposed to be a foot and a fist. He wears a white breeches a green coat and a red cap and long shoes. He is always making shoes. He has a hammer and a last and leather and sprigs. He has a crock of gold a hide in a whole of the ground. If you caught him you might get the gold. He would try to trick you every way he could, if you look away for a second he would be gone.

There are a few graveyards in the district. The names of them are Ballingarry, Ballintubber, Darragh, Glenroe, Abbey, Galbally, Kilfinane and Knocklong. Ballingarry is in the townsland of Ballingarry rect-angle. There are two graveyards in Ballingarry one of them is an old one it wasn't used for twenty years. There is an old graveyard in Ballintubber it is in the land of Michael Dwyer's it wasn't

The local grave yards are Ballingarry, Ballinlanders, Galbally, Knocklong, Abby, Kilfinane, Darragh, Glenroe, Ballintubber, Ardpatrick. Ballingarry is in the townsland of Ballingarry it is rect-angle. Ballylanders is in the townsland of Ballylanders it is round. Galbally is in the townsland of Galbally, it is rect-angle. Knocklong is in the townsland of Knocklong. Abby is in the townsland of Abby it is rect-angle. Kilfinane is in the townsland of Kilfinane it is rect-angle. Darragh is in the townsland of Darragh it is round. Glenroe is in the Chapel yard. Ballintubber was in the townsland of Ballintubber. It is not in use now. Ardpatrick is in the townsland of Ardpatrick It is round.

There are a lot of lisses in the district and the names of them are Denis Mac Cormac, Con Walshes, Paddy Hayes, Con Dalys, Paddy Reillys, Jack Hennessys, Maurice Quirke, O Donnells, Pad Fitzgeralds, Ned Tobins, Michael Dwyers, Michael Careys, Pat Reillys, Jur Briens, Jack O Donnells, Tom Fitzgeralds, Denis Clohessys, Davit Condons, Jim Callaghans, Laruince Quirke, Ned Mullines. There are trees around Mac Cormacs, Con Walshes, Paddy Hayes, Paddy Reillys, Jack Hennessys, O Donnells, Tom Fitzgeralds, Denis Clohessys, Davit Condons. There is water around some of them and there is not water around more of them. The foxes make burrows in the moats. There do be a black dog seen behind at Maurice Quirks. There do be a white man seen in Paddy Hayes moat. There do be a light seen going from Jack Hennessys to Con Walshes and from Con Walshes to Maurice Quirks. There do be horses heard galloping in O Donnells moat. Michael Carey

The games I play in Autumn are shipping Tug O War and four corner fool and hide and go seek and Trance. The games I play in summer are picking whorts, and black berries, and sloes. The games I play in winter are camogie making snow men and making snow houses, and throwing snow balls, and other games.

The gate entrance of the old churchyard at Killonahan has an eerie reputation. It so happened that a man was passing late one night driving an ass and a car returning from Patrick's Well where he visited the late Tom Hayes - a shoe-maker. On his way home, he called at a friend's house for a young cock, and it was about 11 p. m. when he passed this gate. He noticed some object like a four-footed animal in a hollow near the gate. At first he took it to be a sow belonging to Mr. Mullane who lived near-by.
He shuddered when the young cock in a bag crew, and looking back he thought he saw the object perched on the tail of the car. The man became desperate, the reins fell from his hands

calves.
Burns Sweet oil and lime-water. If this cannot be had, cover burned part with white of egg. A poultice of cow dung is also good for burn, Prevents festering.
Vomiting or Empty reaching The thick coating found in the gizard of a fowl dried and mashed into powder and given to the patient in a drop of milk or water.
Warts Rain water lodged in a "green stone" or cold stone (opposite to limestone) rubbed into wart.
Fallen Palate Certain people could cure this by catching crown of head of person and saying certain words.
Raising breast bone This is raised by putting lighted candle into tumbler and placing mouth of tumbler over the bone. The suction of tumbler causes bone to lift.
Chin cough Asses milk-child is put out under the ass three times without touching the ground under the ass. If the old people met a

also cures lumps.
St Anthony's fire. The person having this went to a person named Walshe. He cut his finger and with the blood (Walshe's blood) he wrote his name around the fire and cured it immediately.
Creas Galar Thrush This is a soreness in the mouth. Babies get it. A child who never saw his father could cure it by blowing his breath into the mouth of the person having it.
Cough Garlic washed and boiled.
Pain in side Blood of fowl spilled on St Martin's Eve in honour of St Martin. Poured on towe or cotton wool.
[?]arache Black sheep's wool, put into ear.
Cramp Nine pieces of iron placed on cramped part.
Rheumatism Celery-seed boiled in quart of water 2 ozs celery seed, boiled down to a pint and bottled.
Ring worm Corrosive Supplimate mixed with whiskey rubbed lightly on the ringworm and covered over with lard. Ringworm is taken from

one of its kind.
Attyflynn
During Cromwells time was given to Westrops, but they were never given fully title till William's reign.
Patricks Well
Blessed well dedicated to St Patrick now a pump. In the wall at rere of pump may be seen a stone figure carved representing a Bishop. Note style of crozier and mitre of early VI century. The stone slab is broken or cracked in two by a shot from one of Cromwells soldiers.
An inscriptions at the foot of slab reads: -
Erected by Thomas Mac Namara and another. That means that the slab was fixed in the wall. A fair used be held here about 150 years ago.

1 Newtown
Ballyregan 2 Hannans
2 Mc Namara
1 Bl Hassetts
Kilpeacon 2 Mc Carthys
1 Kirbys
1 Fort George
1 Ballycahane
1 Shanaclough
1 Mike Fields
Shehanagh 1 Ballyveelish
Blackbog quarded 3 Greenmount
1 Bettyville
Lyons 1 Quinllys
Chapel in Coulter 1 Major Tuite
1 Mrs shines
Dooneen (Purtells) 1 Dromloghan
Red House Hill 1 Mulqueens
1 Cloughabloaka
Ryans 1 Jockey Hall

(1) Kneel down at face of well + say the creed
(2) Then while walking round the trees (keeping to right all times) say 7 Paters 7 Aves + 7 Glorias in honour of St Creigharee, and when finishing above prayers kneel at a heap of stones opposite well.
(3) Then while going slowly from heap of stones to well, say the same Prayers again eg. 7 Paters, 7 Aves + 7 Glorias.
(4) Finish up with the creed at the face of the well.
(5) Tie a piece of string on a small bush that grows beside the well.
(6) Each person is supposed to bring a piece of clay or moss home with them.
(7) The prayers and rounds are repeated 3 times.
(8) If you do the station once, you are supposed to do it 3 times.

The following mutilated old poem has a reference to the well and the timber convenient to it.On Mortens Plantation one day I chanced to roam,
In all my whole rambles I never beheld such a grove.
It grows near hand Cloone, in full bloom it is verdant + green
It was planted by Morten, of the preasant town of Drumeen.I stood in a maze, as I gazed at the height of a tree.
There is no such a station, In Irish they call Creigharee
The timber of this wood, in brief I am going to reveal
The beech, mahogany, the Scotch fir and the dale
Green holly, black sally, tall poplar cedar + larch.
The lime tree, the wine tree, the cocoa and ash.
All carpenters say the timber of this wood will prove good.

When Saint Patrick was on his mission in Ireland he was most anxious to convert pagan people of high standing in the country knowing that a good share of their subjects would do as they would have done. One day the saint called by arrangement to King Laoghaire and argued at length with him about his respective religion. The King had with him his high officers and Druid priests. Saint Patrick had with him his (high) court priests of the catholic religion. Both parties argued on their respective powers till at length they challenged to show what each party could do the Saint agreed and allowed the druid to show his power the druid asked Saint Patrick what he would have him to do, bring snow commanded the Saint and the druid made some signs and after which snow came now says

The local fairs are held in Ballylanders Kilfinane, Knocklong Kilmallock, Mitchelstown Elton Emly Tipperary, Galbally. In Ballylanders Kilfinane Mitchelstown Kilmallock and Galbally the fairs are held in the Streets. In Emly Elton and Knocklong the fairs are held in the fairfields. Going into fairfields you would have to pay two pence a head for cattle and a penny a head for Sheep. Sometimes the buyers go around to each house buying the calves. The luck is given according to the bargain. The luck generally given is a half-crown or five shillings. The way that farmers finish a bargain is one of the farmers hits the other in the hand. When cattle are bought they are marked with a chalk and sometimes the hair is cut off their back with a scissors.The days that that the principal fairs are held in Mitchelstown are on the 22nd of May the 12th of November the 10th of January the 25th of March the 25th of April. The days that the principal fairs are held in Kilfinane are on the 25th of October and the 19th of May. The days that the principal fairs are

often took water from it in the cool of the night. All tell that in a general water test, many years ago, this well came first.Tobar na Coróine (in Ballyegan)At Baile Uí Aodhagáin in Jerry Connor's is Tobar na Coróine (Rosary Well). Mrs. Jude Connor (1846-1926) of Mágh Ghlas heard there used to be rounds made there - but never saw them made.Faill DeargFaill Dearg (Red Cliff) well is in Nohoval in Richard Burke's Land. Seaghan Taidhg Óig Lenihan (1845-1910) saw rounds made there. So he told Tom Flynn (born 1897) - of Baile Breathnach - 25 years sago. These rounds were before 1860. There is fine water in it second only to Curaheen (Tralee Water Supply) in an analysis test. Tom Flynn's father (Maurice) says "Seán") never told him the well was holy. He would have told him if it were. Tom Flynn is not sure whether Seán Thaidhg Óig heard of or saw rounds made at the well.
Tom Burke (b. 1883), who lives near, often heard of sick people sending for water of the well for cure.

spalpeens watched her. When she noticed this, she went out the south door. They followed her towards James Hassett's, where Wm. Myles lived then. At the last her steps were becoming longer + longer. Finally her right foot went down and she disappeared. The well then sprang up and she never came again to wash. The water of the well can be taken in fever as a cure.
A further detail from John Donoghue of Gort a' tSléibhe (b. 1870) who heard it from Tom Moriarty (1825-1925). One man followed her. His name was Pickett. She cursed him thus: - "May his name be ever scarce and may he not have four to shoulder his coffin".Sunday's Well.At Baile Mhic Phiarais, in Jn. W. Daly's in Tobhar Rígh an Domhnaigh (The well of the king of Sunday). People translate it Sunday's Well. There are two very large and active springs here sending a big "caol" to Abha na Mainge about a quarter of a mile off.
Mary Carmody who married into the townland in 1860 - says that there never were "rounds" at the well. (in technical sense impossible because of the big 'caol' flowing from it) - but that there is a cure in it. Old people used like to take it fasting with some of the cress growing in it. They

spalpeens watched her. When she noticed this, she went out the south door. They followed her towards James Hassett's, where Wm. Myles lived then. At the last her steps were becoming longer + longer. Finally her right foot went down and she disappeared. The well then sprang up and she never came again to wash. The water of the well can be taken in fever as a cure.
A further detail from John Donoghue of Gort a' tSléibhe (b. 1870) who heard it from Tom Moriarty (1825-1925). One man followed her. His name was Pickett. She cursed him thus: - "May his name be ever scarce and may he not have four to shoulder his coffin".

In ancient day people made the bread from barley meal and wheat.
They threshed the barley with flails and ground it with two quern stones one worked against the other. When it was ground they sieved it and left the flour dry for about three days.
They scotched the wheat before they crushed it. Three men were needed to crush it. One man had to go on his knees while twisting the quern another man fed the quern and another bagged the flour and shells.
They made special bread called "stampy" cake. They peeled the potatoes then grated them mixed them with flour and moistened the mixture with cream or milk and baked it on a griddle.
They made barm bread for Christmas and Easter. It was made from potatoes and flour and they put barm through it to make it rise. It was baked on a griddle.
There were two parts in the griddle, the griddle itself and the stand, it was made of iron.
The old people always marked a cake with the sign of the cross with the hope that the

(1) There was but one tailor in this parish, named James Doyle. He worked at home and also went from house to house. He did not sell cloth but those who wanted clothes bought it and gave it to him. People made frieze cloth at home. Now-a-days shirts are made at home. They are made with linen and flannel. Socks are also knitted at home. In this district the thread is bought at the Ballymalis Woollen Mills. Cloth is also bought there by people who want clothes made. Mostly everyone has a special suit of clothes for wearing on Sundays and special occasions such as at weddings or funerals. Long ago most coats were made of frieze. This was woven by hand-looms. In almost every district there was a person who did the work of weaving frieze for the people. This was done in this district by a man named Daniel Larkin. The implements of a tailor are, a sewing-machine, a goose-iron, a scissors, a tape, needles and thimbles.

A Leprechaun is supposed to be about one foot high. He wears a red cap and a green coat. He lives in a fort, and his occupation is shoe-making. He makes and repairs shoes for the fairies. He is supposed to have a large pot of gold, which he keeps buried underground in the fort. When a person catches a Leprechaun he must keep looking at him. If he looks away the Leprechaun will disappear. When caught, a Leprechaun tries in every way he can to make a person who caught him look away. Once, a man was coming home from town late at night. When passing a fort he heard a sound as if someone were mending shoes. He went into the fort, and he saw a Leprechaun working away on a shoe. He began to steal towards him, but just then the Leprechaun saw him. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and threw it towards the man. The man stooped to pick it up, and when he looked again the Leprechaun had disappeared. A Leprechaun punishes those who interfere with him or his fort. Once a man cut a tree in a fort, and his cows gave no milk for the remainder of the year.
A mermaid is supposed to half a woman and half a fish. She has the body of a woman

goald now". He was over joyed with the good he was to have six horses and carts at the bringing home of the goald. He died next day but he [?] got the goald.
John Doyle, carried two 20 sts bags of meal one under each arm off Mr. F. Popes horse cart so the yard to Mr. Popes store about twenty yards in length. He also brought a blind horse with cart across Cloone lough and cartes thurf on it. As it had freesed for twelve w[?] or so.
Francis Foy carried a twenty stone b[?] of meal to Mohill For Mr. Murphy Cloondarne.
John Sexton Drumhallow Cloone carried twenty stone bag of oats from his own house to the market in Mohill. And when he went in he took off his boot and in it was an spoon. The distance from his house to Mohill about 5 1/2 miles. He never rested with it.
James O'Donnell was a great runner. He once was on Mr. J. Wests hill and he rose rabbit and caugh the rabbit with fare running. He was given the name of the "Deer", from that day till this very day.

five feet eleven inches in height.
Peter and Patrick were brothers they were great runners great jumpers and also great football players. They had their house - decorated with cups, silver and gold and also with medals silver and gold that they used win at races and football matches. They were able to run a hundred yards in one minute. They could jump five feet six inches high and they could kick a ball eighty yards. No matter where they went they were always victorious.
Peter was about six feet four inches in height and about thirteen stone weight. Patrick was only about five feet nine inches high and about twelve stone weight.
Another man of the name of McLoughlin was a great strongman. He caught a steed in that lough between Annaugh and Racullion. He reared it for three years one fine summers day this man was drawing hay from a meadow which borders on the lough. When he was tying the load an old steed put up his head in the lough. The young one took flight into the lough cart hay and all and was never heard of since. But best of all the man got salf.

stream of people friends, neighbours, relatives and acquaintances arrive on foot, horseback, carts of every kind and motors. They are treated to drink and food and they chat and relate stories of the deceased. They say your history is discussed the day of your marriage and your funeral. Next the time has arrived for the funeral. The hearse arrives and the coffin is taken in. The house is cleared except the immediate relatives who remain to pay the last tribute and get the last glance of their friend. No undertakers are employed. The goodly neighbours do the needful. There is generally in every district one or two strong-nerved people who are very skilful in placing the corpse in the coffin. They come forward and do the Good Samaritan. The immediate relatives (men) lift the corpse on their shoulders and proceed towards the hearse. It is then placed here. A near relative takes his place in the hearse with the driver and off the "sad procession" starts for the burial ground. The immediate relative take their place after the hearse, and the others follow and thus the funeral proceeds.
Prayers are recited by clergymen at the grave side, the open grave is blessed and the corpse is interred the last scene of all.

The coffin, habit and crapes form another item. The men are treated with drink porter or whiskey and if temperate with wine. They then take their places around the kitchen + rooms in seats provided for the purpose. The house becomes thronged. At first they talk in very subdued voices, but gradually resume their usual tones. The women are treated with wine + biscuits and a plate of snuff is handed round; each one takes a pinch and offers a prayer for the deceased. Tobacco and pipes are handed round. Up to a dozen years ago 'twas the custom to have four or five dozen clay pipes, filled with tobacco and handed round. Nowadays the clay pipes are no more, but each smoker hands up his pipe and he receives it full of tobacco, when another prayer is offered for the deceased. Another round of drink comes on after a few hours, and about midnight tea bread and butter is given in the room and each and everyone present is requested to have some. They sit up all night and round after round of drink is given, the plate of snuff tours the house again + again, and more prayers are offered for the departed.
The corpse is laid out in bed. Formerly 'twas on the table it used to be laid out. Five or six candles are lighted and keep burning all night beside the corpse bed.
Towards morning the people file away and at daybreak just a few are left. The night wake is over and a busy day is just beginning - that of the funeral.
About 10 o'clock the first arrivals appear, and from that onwards till the funeral takes place

There is one quite convenient to the School on the lands of Mrs B. Roche. There two circular mounds enclosing it. There is a large circular space in the centre but no trace of a dwelling of any kind.
The following tales are related by the local people about this fort. They state there was a hare in this locality in years gone by of a pure white colour. There were many huntsmen on his trait and though they gave him many a good run for his life (having procured the best hounds available) he always made good his escape at the fort and disappeared there. The remarkable thing about it being there was no cover of any kind to shelter him, as the said fort is completely bare and devoid of shrub, bush bramble or any such covering.
Another tale relates how an old woman brought the dinner to the haymakers in the fort field one day. She spread the cloth containing the victuals on the mound enclosing the fort and the workmen seated themselves on the same mound awaiting the distribution of the foodstuffs. The good woman just as she spread the cloth on the mound and exposing the food called out in a jocose voice "Living and dead ye are all welcome". It is related to the astonishment of all present a whirlwind arose and swept cloth + victuals and vessels from between them, and they were never seen again.

His unhappy mother was in early youth called Flann but she was also called Mughain or Mugania and was sometimes known as Rim or as Colgan latinises it Rima. The child was born in A. D. 580 or 590 for he died in A. D. 661 at the age of seventy two. Drumdaliter, Marionus O'Gorman tells us was "the name of his town" and Aedh or Hugh was his "proper name" at first. Shortly after his birth the infant was exposed by his parents and left at the head of the cross in a small Cummian or basket near St Ita's Convent of Killeedy and the holy Sisterhood finding the child thus abandoned took charge of the foundling and called him Cummian, because he was found in the basket.
The history of the lady Flann the mother of Cummian is very singular. The great misfortune of her life seems to have happened when she was very young and it may have been greatly if not entirely against her own will. It seems too that she was very beautiful - in a stanza composed by Cummian himself, she is called Flann the Fair - it is said also that she was four times married and became the mother of no less than six kings and six bishops.
After the death of her fourth husband Flann, whether tired of the cares of married life or anxious to do penance for the sin of her youth, consulted her son Cummian as to her future and he advised her to retire from the world and spend the rest of her days in prayer and penance. She did so and died a holy nun in an advanced age.
From Killeedy or perhaps from Killarney young Cummian was sent to the great school of Cork founded by St Finnbarr about the beginning of the seventh century when Cummian would be twelve or fifteen years of age. Among the teachers in Cork, either then or a little later on was Colman Mac O'Cluaisaigh who is called the "tutor" of young Cummian to

St Cuimín surnamed the Tall (fada) to distinguish him from Cuimmín the Fair (finn) Abbot of Hy was the most learned Irish scholar of the seventh century. He took a ledding part in the famous Paschal controversy and his letter on that question, which is fortunately extant proves that he was perfectly familiar with Church history, and deeply versed in Sacred Scripture. He was well skilled too in the moral theology of the times as the Liber de Mensura Poenitentiarum clearly shows. His contemporaries likened Cuimmín in morals and life to St Gregory the Great, and one of his admirers, in an old rann preserved by the Four Masters says he was the only Irishman of the time, fit to succeed that illustrious Pontiff in the chair of St Peter. Yet the birth of this holy and learned man was the fruit of an unspeakable birth, to which it is unnecessary here to make further reference. His father was Fiachna, son of Fiachra Gairine, King of West Munster. The clan were known as the Eoghanach of Lough Léin, because they were sprung from the great Eoghan More, son of Ollioll Olum and dwelt in the mountains and woods round the beautiful Lake of Killarney.

they have 2 sons and three daughters all single and at service the girls The boys at home.
Tom Carty + Mrs
May Paddy Nell Nan Tommy
May and Nan are in England Nell in Dublin13 Joe McGarrys.
1. John McGarry
2. Joe " - " (Junr)John McGarry's only son and heir Joe succeeded him and had chn. coming to Cloonturk school Eilis in [?] class Anna Mary in IV s/d

11. Bradys1. Brady + Mrs2. Tom Brady3. Widow BradyTom Brady son of No 1 moved into this second or home house. Tom's wife Lucy died and he remarried Bridget Kerrigan Currycramp. There were no children by either marriage. Tom died and his second wife is present occupier.
12. Cartys1. John + Mary Farrell
2. Tom Carty
The Farrels hadn't chn. so Bridget Molloy niece Cloonturk married Tom Carty Roscommon and

10 Stensons1. Tom Brady2. Mr + Mrs StensonTom Brady married Lacy Foley N. T. and lived here till Tom's father + stepmother vacated the home house next to be mentioned. When he got the old home he sold this house to the Stensons. Mrs Stenson is Bridget McKeon Curry Cramp a sister to Mrs McGovan next door. Their son Sean attended Cloonturk school.

Houses in the locality, householders as far as we can traceThe line from School to Dromod Station1. Cloonturk Girls' School1. Miss Lucy Foley 1884-1901
2. Miss Katie Brady 1901-1926
3. Máire Ni Garaid 1926-Miss Foley married Tom Brady farmer Cloonturk. There were no children. Miss Katie Brady Gowna Co Cavan left on pension 1926 and died in Gowna in 1938. She was replaced in Sept 1926 by Máire Ni Garaid (misc) who had served one year as Assistant in same school. The vacated assistantship was filled by Eibhlín Ní Bheirn.

Travelling folk visit here several times in the year before fairs. They always go to the fairs to beg and before the fairs encamp here in a road called the "New line". They put up canvas tents. On arriving they go to the neighbours for straw and put it on the bottom of the tent. They go to the neighbours' houses begging several times a day, and always have babies with them to excite pity. They borrow babies from one another to bring around. Some of the men are tin smiths and sell tins and bottom tin cans. Some of the women make and sell artificial flowers. Sometimes they buy lace in the nearest town and sell it at a big profit in the neighbourhood.
They seldom steal but they have been known to steal clothes put on lines outside to dry.
The principal families that travel around here are "Cawleys" and McDinoughs. One family (Maguires) pretend to know palmistry but have (She has) been proved to be a fraud

fancy coloured cloth quilted into it on a quilting frame.
In the kitchen was a side table running on an iron bar that could be put up to the wall on the bar when not in use and fastened with a peg.
On every dresser were four or five wooden dishes on the lower shelf, and above that two or three delph dishes.
On the rack was a row of gallon lids and porringers kept very bright by polishing them with brick bath and often ashes out of the fire if brick bath was scarce.
The stoves and table were white, and kept white by polishing them with sand stone.
The windows of these houses were scarcely ever open either bedroom windows or kitchen windows. The old people did not believe fresh air was necessary for health and believed in keeping their houses sheltry and warm.
A man named James McNamee Corglass lived in a house like these described. He died last year at the age of 94 and the house was built by his grandfather. His father lived in the same house and died at 90 years of age.

Some years ago probably about 120 years ago the houses around here were all mud wall with no rooms [?] all one apartment. They had neither doors nor windows. Later on very small windows were put on and wooden chimneys.
Later on the apartment was divided into three parts - a kitchen, and two bedrooms - or sometimes a kitchen, one bedroom and a parlour.
In the parlour was a press bed - which was wooden bed that could be turned up against the wall and look like a press in the daytime. In the kitchen was a settle bed, which was also a wooden bed box shaped and which could be used for a table in the day time.
Over a hundred years ago pigs and even cows were kept in the dwelling house at night. There was a big log put before the pigs at night. The cows were tied in one end. All were let out during the day and the place cleaned. Hens were also kept in the house at night and came into the house in the day time to lay in a construction made of straw called a

the old houses in these parts were all thatched and built in sheltry places under hills. They consisted of a kitchen and two rooms. The floors were of clay. The windows consisted of ten panes of glass, two sashes, and bars of iron going from top to bottom on the outside stuck in a stone on the bottom of its window called its window stool. These bars were put up to keep out the "moonlighters" and Molly Maguires".
The beds were called Lester beds. They were wooden and wooden covers over them. Over the top of the bed was a curtain and from its bottom of the bed to the floor another footing. There was no air around the bed it was so covered up. On the beds were quilted quilts, made of old blankets for lining and covered with

The cure for a sprain was, the old people pulled an herb called comfrey (locally called "comfort"). It grows in damp places and a white flower comes on it. They used to wash its roots and then cut them up into fine pieces. And after boiling them for a few hours they used to add on some sugar and then apply the mixture as a poultice to the sprain.

The cure for Asthma was the old people used to pick some ivy-leaves and boil them for a few hours. Then they used to throw away the boiled leaves and re-boil the ivy water adding some sugar to it. They used to drink a glass full of this medicine every morning.

A cure for a bruise (stone-bruise) in the sole of your foot was, to pare the skin over the bruise with a razor and then apply a poultice of cow dung to it. This poultice used to draw the matter out of the bruise. It was called in Irish "maitheas na bó".

A cure for a nettle-burn is to rub a dog-leaf to it. A cure for the blood is to eat plenty raw onions. A cure for a foot bruize is to bathe your leg in hot water and then put a poultice of linseed meal or white bread up to the bruise or a poultice (ceiridhe) of cow dung maitheas na bó.

Rib-Wort or Rib Grass or Rib-leaf (Slánlus) is a plant that grows in potato gardens or light young meadows. Its leaves are large like the leaves of the dog-leaf (copóg). It grows to about a half a foot high. It is much used for stopping blood. The leaf is plucked and chewed and then applied to a bleeding cut to stop the blood.

Syrups were made out of the Vinegar-plant for colds.
The leech (Súmaire) was used for drawing blood out of a boil, for putting back a lump or for curing or taking the blackness off a black eye. He was found deep down in a soft-turf-bog and then preserved in a bottle.
To heal sores in a child's head they used to get a green-cabbage leaf and often heating it they used to fit in on the child's head and leave it so for a few days when taken off the sores used to be gone.

We have a plant at home called the Elecampane or Meacan Aillinn or Meacan Aille or Meacan Ailleann)The water of boiled nettles is great cure for curing cough.

Elecampane: - Page 172 called in Irish Meacan Aille, Meacan Aillín.Vinegar-plant " 173 " " " Searbh-lus.
Eleder-Moss " 174 " " " Clúmh-Truim.

- Why do we all carry an Umbrella? Because it cannot walk.
- What China town is not found in China? Dresden.
- If a church be on fire why has the organ the smallest chance of escape? Because the engine cannot play (upon) it.
- Why is the letter "F" like a banana skin? Because they both make all fall.
- Why is a King like a book? Because he has pages.
- Which is the cleanest letter in the Alphabet? "H" because it is in the midst of (washing).
- Why should you never tell a secret to your book? Because it is sure to go around.
- What people never live long? Dwarfs.
- What sort (kind) of wig can a barber not make? An ear-wig.
- A field full of white cows and a red cow in the middle? Your teeth and your tongue in the middle.
- Twelve little children as black as a fan, a lazy old woman and a hard working man? A Clock.
- There is a little cow, it stands in the wall, if you gave it the world it would drink it all? A lamp.
It is black and it is white and it is red (read) all over? A newspaper.
- Why does a hen lick the pot? Because she cannot kick it.
-Riddle me; riddle me; Antino oh; my father gave me seeds to sell, the seeds were black and the ground was white, riddle me riddle me that for to morrow night?
- Pen, ink and paper or a cake and its seeds.

About 200 years ago in the height of the Penal Laws there lived in Ardfert Great House an English black protestant lady by the name of the Lady Dowager.
When she was out hunting one day on her horse she met a catholic priest. They had a long conversation and then they parted with an invitation from her inviting him to her big house next day - he consenting.
He visited her house next day and after great persuasion she got him to change his religion and become a protestant. He by the way consented and she of course was delighted.
Shortly after this, she became very ill, and she sent for the same priest. She asked him what religion he thought best of and which was the better to save her soul as she was now about to die.
He replied, that there was no religion like the Catholic Religion and that no other religion could save her soul but the Catholic Religion.
When she heard this statement, of the priest's she became very very angry and she rang the bell three times for her soldiers or body guard to come and put the priest to death.
The priest all at once struck her dumb. When the officer and his soldiers came into her presence she could not speak nor was she

able to direct them as to what to do. The priest was now most angry and he cursed her saying "that the very earth would not hide her wicked body nor would even the rats gnaw it".
She died, and when she was buried, her body next day was found on top of the earth. This happened on three successive occasions and in the end her people had to build a tomb for the body.

St. Dahalan was a saint that lived in the north side of Ballyheigue (Baile-Thaiogh) Mountain. She was a very holy woman. The ruins of her little chapel are to be seen there to this present day.
One day a number of soldiers came on to kill her. When three of the soldiers were about to lay hands on her she fired a fist of earth into their eyes and blinded them.
After a while they begged pardon and mercy of her and she restored then their sight again. One of the three soldiers again attacked her, but she again struck him blind. The two other soldiers in the meantime showed her the greatest respect and they begged of her mercy for their companion.

She then made a little well (now called Tobar na Súl) on the slope of the mountain in this little Glen. She told the two soldiers to wash the eyes of their blind companion in the waters of this little well. They did so and his sight was immediately restored to him. While they were stooped or bent down bathing his eyes, she walked on the waters of the mouth of the River Shannon across to the Clare side.
People with wear sight or the blind fog rounds at the well during the dawn or late on fridays. It is recorded that this happened during the early Penal Days.This Holy Well is ever since called Tobar na Súl.

The bog-bean is very valuable for curing rheumatism and skin diseases.Clover-tops were used for curing coughs and colds.
Slices of fat bacon were used for lumps in the throat.

The Leipreachan is a small little man of the fairy type. He wears a long whisker, a caroline hat and a green suit. He is supposed to be a shoemaker or a cobbler as he is seen with his hammer and last mending and making shoes. He was formerly seen around forts and old caves. He was always said to carry a purse of silver or gold and the person that would catch him would be very lucky. The Leipreachán was very careful not to show himself to any bold or daring man whom he might fear would capture him and take his purse.
An old farmer living near Kilmeedy Castle, Millstreet used be out herding his cattle on summer mornings between three and four o'clock as was the custom then. The Leipreachán appeared to him a few times and abused him in Irish telling the farmer what a bad member he was and threatened him with his life. The old man got temped and ran home and would not go anymore in the mornings.

About 80 or 90 years ago there lived at the foot of Mushera a robber named Simon Brown who robbed all the passers by. At that time people travelled on horseback. One morning a woman was going to Cork by the old Kerry Road. She has only 9d or 10d and she was robbed of it. She went home crying and on her way met three men going to Cork, two Buckleys and Dan Horgan. They asked her what happened to her. The ground was covered with snow, so it was easy to track the robber. Horgan and a few others pursued the robber. He was armed with a gun from which he fired. The powder was wet and the shot missed. The guns at that time were neither hammerless nor without hammers but had a very small cup at the end of the barrel. The gun was fired by means of steel and flint.
Simon was captured by Horgan and taken before a magistrate in Millstreet and finally hanged.
The Mushera robber used stop all passers going to Millstreet Fair and make them empty their pockets.

got his supper there. The girls in the house told him to hurry on and eat because no one would stay in the house at night because a spirit was seen there. He said he would stay there. They gave him a bottle of whiskey and put down a big fire. After a while two men came down the chimney with a coffin and put it near him. The men went away again. Gall Gallóg opened the coffin, and the man inside flew out at him and they had a fight. At last G. G. put the dead man into the coffin.
Soon he looked to see had he him killed. The man in the coffin flew at him and was besting him. G. G. asked for mercy. The dead man told G. G. the only thing he wanted was someone to talk to him. He told him he was the owner of the house and had died without a will. He showed him where he had three crocks of gold and told him to give two of them to his two daughters and to keep the other one himself.

Oft I sat on the green
With my blue eyed cailín.
As fair a young lass as was there.
And I as lighthearted as any young lad.
Who knew neither trouble nor care.
Chorus.
When the dancing was o'er
We would stray through the groves
Each lad with his lassie in bloom
So I loved once again
To behold that domain
Mount Massey the flower of Macroom.
Chorus
So now I must rove
From my own native shore
And sail o'er the wild raging seas
And leave friends behind
Both loving + kind
And the cailín who dearly loved me.
Chorus
Then farewell to the grove
Where so often I roved.
And plucked the sweet violets in bloom
For the land of my birth
There's no equal on earth
With Mount Massey the flower of Macroom.
End.

Mumhgbawn - white bog
Ballinalogue - pronounced Ballinalug the village og the hollow
Old Street
Sean Bhaile - now separate from Old St. but originally both were called Sean BhaileDerrew.
The wood Coill tuighe [?]
GortaduliskThree Protestants own about half the land in the parish while about eighty Catholic families live on the other half
From the school can be seen three provinces Connacht, Munster & Leinster. The parish is separated from Tipperary by the Shannon and from Offaly also by the Shannon

The adjoining parish in Offaly is Lusmagh which still belongs to the diocese of Clonfert. It is said that Lusmagh (the plain of the herbs and famous in ancient history) was kept by the OMadden through many vicissitudes on account of the herbs.
The parish of Tyrnascragh was OMadden country. Their castle still stands in the townland of Longford. (It is a great pity it is not kept from total ruin) At one spot, from which there is a good view of the surrounding district, there is a bush called Sgeith a Bhile (could this place have been the place of inauguration of the OMaddens - the Bile suggests it tho' the bile has disappeared yet the memory of it remains in the name Sgeith a Bhile.

Close by is a field called Ceann Tochair evidently a tóchar or causeway leading across a bog.
The strange thing about this parish is that very little folk lore as to be found. Virtually all the families now living here, have been here for no more than three or four generations.
The Ryans or Hogan tell me they came from Tipperary.
The Nevins or Meherans came from Clonfert and still have their burial places there.
Even the Maddens (except one family) are new comers and the one old Madden family were only herds for the Kenny family.
The Muldoons were even yet called Ultachs They came from the North having to fly from Ulster. The oldest man in the place

out to the Congested [?] Board in the year.
Three small landlords lived here Kenny in Longford, Kellys in Old Longford and Thompson (originally Featherstonhough) in Derrahiney.
The parish is situated in the Barony of Longford. It is made up of the following townlands Longford (strong place), one of the Omadden castles still stands (only the walls)
Tyonascragh - sandhills
Cappagh garden in a wood
Ballycrissane the village of the Crosbey's
Kill there is still a children's burial ground in Kill
Killachan
Clonkela Cluan Caol Loch the narrow lake is still there

work till she is churched.Feet water
Most people have a superstition about water in which they wash their feet. They do not throw out the water if the feet are washed at night for fear the fairies would get a dash of the water and so vex them. Others say the fairies would give the person who throws out the water disease of the feet. Others say if the water is thrown out while some person belonging to the house is out that the person out from home would go astray coming home. Others say that

that when throwing out the water you should say. Go amach as seo Others says if you keep the feet water inside at night it gives leave to the fairies to come in.The first Monday of the New Year no one gives anything for nothing - not even a wan of a thing.On May Day no milk, no coal given out on any account.On May Eve the children still put up a May Bush. It is decorated mainly with empty egg shells. The number of shells is a matter of pride. 70 years ago one man chased a young lad to the chapel door in a rage because the young lad knocked the man's May Bush.

but as explained to me the people are "better up" now and they all know how to give lay baptism so that every infant gets baptised and this graveyard was not used for about 50 years.There was another place for burying unbaptised infants - a "Liss" know now as "Broder's Liss" in the townland of Muingbawn.No attempts are ever made to interfere with those places.In Kilcorhan graveyard in the parish of Tynagh, two wooden statues were found in trees. The people used to swear by one of the statues. When one man swore falsely the statue turned black. The statues are now in Dublin.

Near the graveyard in Tirnasoragh about 300 yds to the west of it but on the same line of sandhill is an oaken cross. On it is the name Patrick Cnaivin (Nevin) Died 1716. the 20th. The cross is fastened to a bush by a bolt. Half the cross is gone now. One story is that the man was a soldier and that the men who came with the coffin thought they were on the graveyard as there was heavy snow on the ground.

God bless Good Friday. Our Blessed Saviour was going to be crucified. He saw the cross. He shook. His Precious Blood began to flow. His Blessed Mother standing by with a heavy heart and a dismal cry. She says those that say this prayer three times by night and three times by day will never die in mortal sin or enter the gates of hell.
When Jesus came to the place where he was going to be crucifies He shook and trembled. The Jews asked him was it the fever ague fits he had. Its neither the fever or ague fits I have but those that say this prayer in memory of me will never take fever ague fits with the help of my Father.

I saw him first in Ballinrobe carrying a canvas bag under his arm. When I came to know him better I learned that he lived with his wife and child in an old tumbled-down shack on the roadside. He wears a brown jersey and an old grey tweed trousers all stained and patched and also an old pair of tattered boots.
I see him so often that I can tell it is him before he comes within a hundred yards of me, because of his disheveled hair, his grey eyes, his lurching walk and his red sun-tanned face. He is always smiling and shouting, and as he shouts

he gestures wildly, and when he smiles he bares his teeth and closes his eyes tightly.
I saw him one day at a fair in Tourmakeady, and there was a terrible crowd around him and when I arrived on the scene I saw "The Tumbler" and he was standing on a wall and the ground underneath covered with broken bottles. Barrett was barefooted. Every now and then he would leap from the wall into the midst of the bottles and there was no trace of any scar on his feet when he finished.
He always comes to Tourmakeady on fair-days and he gathers a crowd around him like a jam-jar gather wasps on

a warm day in Summer.

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an lá sin.
5 Má chuirtear duine lá fliúch go racfaidh sé chun na Flaithis.

Anois agus aris tagann lucht siubhail go dtí an baile. Ní hiad na daoine céadhna a thagadh i gcomhnaidhe ach fear amháin a bhíos ag díol neithí beaga mar bhioráin, snáithe, snáithidí agus cnaipí.Ní fios cérbh as don fear seo ach deirtear go raibh sé ina mhúinteoir sgoile tráth agus bhíodh sé ar meisge gach maidin agus caitheadh amach as a phost é. Ar chaoi ar bith is cosmhail go raibh post eigín aige mar tá sé léigheannta tuigsionach agus bíonn sé i gcomhnaidhe ag cur síos ar chúrsaí an t-saoghail Tá an-fhaithchíos air roimh mhadaidh, is dócha

an á sin.
5 Má chuirtear duine lá fliúch go racfaidh sé chun na Flaithis.

1. The miser lived in a wretched home.
2. Because of his attention to his work he got promotion in the office.
3. The meeting is held annually in the same place.
4. The citizens came out to greet the returned hero.
5. There was a frightful accident at the junction.
6. He believed that you were not coming.
7. The Bishop's crozier was studded with pearls.

at the gate and some are seated on the walls. Some of the congregation can still be seen wending their way up the little borheen from Ballyburke.
Then the buzz of the priest's ear reaches my ears. Ding dong, ding dong, there goes the bell. The women are usually inside, but the men remain outside until the bell rings. Then they trample noisily down the Church and everybody kneels in prayer.
The Church is rather small but it is very pretty. The walls in the interior are distempered blue and the walls about the altar are ornamented with various colours. The altar stands at the east side of

There are two churches in the district New and old Kilbanavan. There is alot of graves in them. The New Church is in Dan Pembroke's land and the Old Church in Jerky Macmahon's land. There are many stories told about churches. You should never build a house with stones of a tomb or plough land where is tombs.
There was a navy blue suit of clothes and a letter in Kilmurry Church. The night was wet and the gaurds could read the letter. Every night afterwards a man used appear there. There was a church in Dromulton and it was removed over to Killsarcon. A headstone fell in the and it is there yet. There was an old church in Kilcusnin in Mike Prendivells land and there are bones there yet.

There are two old churches near by. The names of them are old Kill Banivan and Kill Murry. In olden times old Kill Banivan was removed in one night. It was removed from Connacán to Killbanivan. the reason it was moved is There was two men fighting over the church one of the men said it was in his own land and the other man said it was in his own land. the keeper of the church came one day and the two men came to him again fighting over it and the good people changed it that night. They are very old churches. There are many old people buried in them. Thomas Sheehan was buried in Kill banivan he was a hundred and three years when he died. Ellen Sheehan was a hundred and five years. One night as it was getting late a man was going across a church and he heard a noise of chains and a big black dog came out and knocked him off the bicycle and every night after he was seen. It is unlooky to take a grave in the church before the person is dead. you should always turn and go a small bit of the

There are not many church-yards around here. Some of them are closed up. There are many stories about churches, you should not take anything out of a church. There are alot of tombs in some churches. Long ago there was a church in Brosna. There was a woman Kitty Leen dead about a week and they never and they never gave away her clothes. One night her brother was passing the church and she appeared to him and she asked him why didn't they give away her clothes and he said he thought they had given them away and she told him to give them and they did she never appeared to him again and he never passed the church anymore.
One day a man thought that a woman was dead and they went for putting her into the cofin and she made a jump out of the bed and they got a fright and they thought she was magic and they never went for putting anyone into a cofin again. There are alot of flowers and grass growing in the church, and there many tombs in it. Many people were seen there and there used be praying heard there at night.

put him out and he would not leave the bed and they got the coffin and put him into it and when they were going along the road the black dog were under the hearse and he was tearing it and when he was buried he black dog went into a tomb and the people stayed watching the grave about twelve o'clock in the night the black dog came and carried his body and there were other people coming from a wake and they met the black dog and he draging the man after him with a chain. The people believed he was the devil.

There is a cement wall and a small green gate in Cordal church. Many people appeared there and lights are seen there still.
There was once a man and he was coming home from town and he was crossing a church and a black dog came out of the church and he followed him to the man's house and the man sat down to eat his dinner and the black dog went under the table and lied down there and the man went to bed and the black dog went under the bed and stayed there until every body in the house went to bed and the black dog went into the bed and tore the clothes off the man and at dawn the man of the house died and he was not annointed at all and he was wakened and the black dog was still in the bed and the people of the house tried to

There are many old church-yards in the district. There was one in Kilcusnin where unbaptised children were buried. There is one in Cordal. It is very near to Kilmurry school. The people are buried there yet. There are many stories about Kilsarcon church. There was once a man and he lived beside the church. He used to cut grass in the church and the servant girl used to go for the grass. One evening as she was rising a beart of grass on her back she put it up on a high grave. As she was putting it on her back it was caught and pulled off her back. The man in the house sent his son to the church he thought it was too long she was away. He went home and told his father what happened. The man of the house came and carried her home in a horse and car. That night she was anointed after a few weeks she got Better but She never went for grass to the church again.

Is fearr súil le mil ná súil le cill.16. At one time there was a long oak stick - or what the people believed to be an oak stick running from Cloontabret to Cloonfinish (a distance of about half a mile). The people used this as a path for years. One fine day to the astonishment of the people the oak stick turned out to be an animal and it fled down to Killala leaving a track after it. Before the animal started on its journey it gave a tremendous whistle. The animal had twelve eyes.17. If an ass foal is three times in the one spot a four leaved shamrock will grow there.

watching the people feasting and dancing and keeping a special eye on the girl. At about one o'clock when the girl was out dancing, the fairies said, "Now is our time". They shook the snuff and it wasn't long till the girl began sneezing . Henniagn took pity on her and said it was no harm for the likes of himself to be brought by the fairies but it was a pity to see a fine girl like this brought. Just as she was sneezing the third time Hennigan said "God bless us" to break the fairies' spell.
With that the fairies got terrible vexed and pitched Hennigan down on the floor with full force. And then disappeared. He saved the girl but no matter where he went afterwards he was haunted by the fairies.

drunk.
This night when coming home, he met a big crowd of men. They asked him to come along with them. He consented little knowing that they were fairies. He kept on walking with them for hours. At last, they reached Carrowliambeg where there happened to be a wedding that night.
The girl who was married was a fine looking one and the fairies never brought any other sort of girl. They said to Hennigan "we are the fairies + you are in our power, we mean to bring the bride and you must help us to bring her as this could not be done without the help of a living person. The wedding guests will not see us going in and we'll go up on the couples over their heads. We have snuff here to make the bride sneeze. When she sneezes, she is in our power unless you say "God bless us" before she has sneezed the third time".
Hennigan agreed to the proposal. At any rate, they sat on the couples

children but to stop them, the people used to put the tongs across the cradle or put "fairy thimbles" (i. e. Fox-glove = Lus-mór) under the child's head. Before they'd give a drink to a child at night they'd always dip a burned wisp into the drink or put a burned coal and a grain of salt in some part of the child's clothes.
Long ago if a person fell crossing the fields at night the first thing that person did when he came home was to eat a grain of salt to break the fairies' power.

heard fighting. Sometimes they say the blood used to be seen after the fight. But as soon as the cock would crow the time for the living had come and the fairies vanished away until midnight again.
Anthony Durkin reckoned that he saw the fairies having a fair over on Stenson's land.
Some people think that the sudden breeze you'll see ruffling up the heath of the hog on a Summer's day is thousands and thousands of fairies passing in one big drove; and the breeze that rises the dust off the road is called a "Sídhe Gaoth" or Fairy wind and that it is a big funeral of fairies passing.
Bushes that are seen growing alone are said to be fairy bushes. There is a bush this side of Mc. Nulty's bush + it is believed to be a fairy bush. The places around these bushes are supposed to be haunted. It is said that the fairies used these bushes for shelter and for spreading out their bleach of clothes.
Fairies were supposed to take away

village were going to burn the fort so the fairies let the person go. It was said that Frank Brennan's used always leave a plate of potatoes on the table every night and in the morning they'd be all gone. Farlo's that lived over between James Peyton's and Mc. Geever's in the hog were awful poor and Mrs. Peyton (mother-in-law to Mrs. Jas Peyton) used to say that the fairies used leave the quarter of tea in the hob hole for them.
There should always be a clear passage for the fairies to the fire after the people of the house go to bed. The house should be tidied up and the chairs taken away from around the fire as the fairies might want to warm themselves. Whenever the old people would spice anything they'd say "it must be wanted by them" and up to now they never run a round of poteen without leaving a drop, the first drop that comes from the still out of the ditch for the good people.
In [?] Burke's field in Cloonfinish the fairies used to be heard churning and washing clothes and very often

The fairies are supposed to have gone since the prayers after mass started. They used to live in the forts. They were people who were too good for this world and were brought to live in the forts. Their people used to think that they died as the fairies used leave someone else in their places. In these forts, they used to have singing, dancing and churning, fairs + markets.
Her mother-in-law told her that she at one time saw races at the fairies on the fort in their own land and that whenever one was going to die a line of candles would be seen by Hanleys + Mc. Geever's in the fort on her own land as well as on Willon Peytons and Pat Mc Nulty's forts. That happened if anyone was going to die in Dromeda. According to tradition anyone that was taken to Pat Mc Nulty's fort was kept there. Some one from Lognahaw was taken once and the people of the

used not be made into leather any nearer than Westport. There was a tannery belonging to Mr. Mc Ging and it was there the leather used be made.
Clogs used be worn long ago though not very often. There was a factory at the quay of Westport and it was there the wood be cut for making the clogs. They are seldom worn now.
Troighthíns were worn long ago also for keeping away oidhneach. The troighthíns were stockings to pull up on the foot. There was no sole on them but a piece on the top of the foot and a little loop to put around the toes. The miorógs were worn on the hands to keep away oidhneach. They were kind of gloves with half fingers on them. They used be worn in Spring-time for spreading slits.

The greatest storm ever known of was on the sixth of January 1839. It was ever since called the night of the big wind. There were several storms since but it would seem that they were nothing in comparison with that one as there is no dates kept for these other storms. All who were born in that year gave the date of their birth to be the night of the big wind. There were a great number of the houses in this district stripped to the stones. The trees were uprooted and the stacks and ricks were levelled to the ground. Oats was brought a mile away from where it was built.
There was another storm the first of October thirty eight years ago. It was a very calm morning and it was hot until eleven o clock. All of a sudden a real hurricane started. There was a fair held in Lowsburgh on that same day. All standings with apples, oranges and sweets were going round the chapel wall like hailstones. The people took refuge in every house they could. The people of the houses began to shake holy water on them. In some houses paraffin oil was mistaken for holy water and those it was sprinkled on had the smell of it for a year

and the cattle went wherever they liked. Three or four boats left Turk Island that morning with a boat load of cattle for Connemara. They were not far gone when a storm arose and they succeeded in throwing out the cattle and reached the Island in safety. An old man named Mr. Pat O Toole accompanied by his son left the same Island that morning with a boat load of fish for Roonagh and they landed in Roonagh midnight.
On St. Stephen's night 1912 there were a number of people from this locality enjoying themselves at games of cards when suddenly a storm arose and they had to jump from the table and leave the cards and money after them and make for their own homes. There were two men in hold of a spar from nine o clock until five in the morning and if they let it go the house and all would go.

caught him and brought him home. He put him near the fire. Michael Mangan asked the Leprechaun no questions. His mother and sisters begged to him to leave him go. He carried him outside the door and left him go. The moment the Leprechaun was let go he ran off in the direction of the fort roaring with delight. The Leprechaun was seen no more after that. A Mermaid is seen once in seven years at Ross Beigh. She is supposed to be half a fish and half a woman. When she is seen at Ross Beigh she is sitting on a rock combing her hair. If a person stole upon a mermaid and took her cap all her power is supposed to be gone and she will have to follow him. Long ago a man stole upon a Mermaid and stole her cloak from her. He ran off home with the cloak. The Mermaid followed him to his house looking for the cloak. The man would not give it to her. The two of them got married and lived happily for years. They had four children in family. The man had her cloak hidden outside in an old house in which there was a loft. One day the Mermaid was lonesome and sad. The man put her cleaning the old loft, and she spotted the cloak. She put on her cloak and flew into the sea, and her children after her, and was seen no more.

Cahernane by Flesh river, and scenes of great splendour
And the quarries of limestone around Cloghereen.The deer and the badger, the wood cock and partridge
All seem very happy as they stray about.
The pea-cock and pheasant all seem very pleasant,
And the angler is hauling both salmon and trout.Muckross enchanting in exquisite grandeur.
No eye can imagine its dazzling fine scenes,
'Mid wild wood and mountains and clear crystal fountains
Rushing out from all quarters in purple and clear streams.The front of this palace all beauty surpasses.
The visiting traveller passes with awe,
Being embellished in marble - brown, yellow and scarlet,
Reflecting the landscape of Torc and Glenagh.Its drawing-rooms and parlours are glittering according,
Ornamented with goblets both costly and rare,
Where proud Minor Herbert, the last words he uttered
Were, "Muckross, sweet Muckross, must I leave you there".Down to Ross Castle where cannons did rattle

In many a hard battle as I said before,
Where our fathers were conquered, upturned and banished
By the Saxon invader in black days of yore.And oh! to this land, I can never describe it,
To be seen with delight in its fragrance so pure.
And the fine crystal channels all round Innisfallen
That were once well examined by the poet Thomas Moore.Quite lonely and silient is this blessed Island,
The swans that reside there are whiter than snow,
And the Royal Victoria, that spot so adoring,
So gloriously smiling on famed Aghadoe.From England, from Scotland, from Belgium and Holland
The tourists came gathering in Summer, you know
From New York and Boston they plough the Atlantic
And pay their first visit to the Gap of Dunloe.I have now come to Beaufort where you oft have resorted,
That place so well noted for fame and renown,
And in the tall trees there yonder, 'mid beauty and wonder
Is the seat of Judge Day by the banks of Laune.

Oh then to the north, Ballyhar, Scartaghglen,
Ah surely there flourished the bravest of men,
And sweet Castleisland that ever was seen
In front of each battle for Erin the green.Oh fair Killarney, his own fairy home,
Killarney he views from his beautiful dome,
Killarney where all his great beauty doth flow
Oh vote for the true sons of sweet Aghadoe.Oh fair Killarney, that place of renown,
Oh why should he leave you, hos own darling town.
Say, wont you be decked with green holly and baize,
And sing McGillicuddys sweet merited praise.Oh Glenflesk, oh Glenflesk, that knows not the slave,
Glenflesk that produced the O Donoghue brave.
And say Gunive Gulla that is true to the core,
Oh come to the polling at charming Rathmore.Come on to Rathmore, we will welcome you there,
Come on for the beauteous Blackwater is near,
Come on, we will hail with greetings galore,
I'll show you through all the fair scenes of Rathmore,
For like new Tipperary we built up Rathmore.Its there McGillicuddy your praises will sing

A shut mouth catches no flies.
He who goes a-borrowing goes a-sorrowing.
Many are called but few are chosen.
Better go to bed supperless than to rise in debt.
Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.
Think twice before you speak once.
Half a loaf is better than no bread.
A stitch in time saves nine.
Birds of a feather flock to-gether.
Make hay while the sun shines.
A straw best shows how the wind blows.
Fools build houses but wise men live in them.
Tis never too late to mend.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
No morning sun lasts a whole day.
All is not gold that glitters.
A fool and his money are soon parted.
Never put back till to-morrow what you can do to-day.
A rolling stone gathers no moss.
Empty vessels make most sound.
Small leaks sink great ships.
Far away fields look green.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
A watched pot never boils.
Children and fools should not handle edged tools.

Oh Kerry, sweet Kerry my own native ground,
Where never the name of a traitor was found
Send forth your true children, oh send them this way
For to vote for your own McGillicuddy to day.Oh Kerry you know he is faithful and true.
Oh Kerry he lights with affection for you.
Oh Kerry your pangs he is eager to say.
Oh Kerry, elect him, elect him to-day.Oh yes, we'll elect him, I hear you with joy
Responding from Firies and round by Listry.
I hear your true heroes repeating it o'er
From Milltown, Molahiffe, and sweet Farranfore.

There is a farm of land in the townland of Rathowen in a part called "Forawn" on the west side next the Black River. It belongs to Patrick Moran a native of Rathowen living presently in Taughmon Mulligan.
There are the ruins of a dwelling house

on the farm. The house was built by William Lloyd who lived at Parkers in an adjoining townland called Corrydoulon. His wife was Cox Laragh Ballynacarrigy: when he went to live in what is now Moran's house his wife got no health in it and died shortly after gory toit. He left it then and got married secondly to a Miss McCormack from Lisnyan Longford. He went to live in Bridgefort (adjoining townland). No one could live in Fuaran after.
A man named Bill Donnelly lived in it for a short time and got pains in his bones and never got the better of them.There is a hill on the lane running by part of this farm and leading to another portion. There is a kish across a stream from the lane onto the land. The hill is known as the Buck's Hill and the kish as the Buck's Kish. A man named Mc Adden locally known as the Buck gave the names to those places. He married a by child of Captain Whitney the landlord and got the farm on which the ruined house now stands.

That should be the ould times. They call it a bog though I never seen turf cut in it. This man was working in it one day and didn't another man come to him and tould him his brother was dead. Ev coorse they had no letters them times only messengers. He never done a thing only left his work there and started off for his brother's funeral and ev coorse he was three or four days away. And because he was so long away didn't they go to look for him in the boghole and didn't they find another man and didn't they think it was the man who disappeared and they buried him ev coorse. And the wife was lamenting a lot and man was trying to console her as well as he could and didn't he say "I have an oul trasher up there ye ought to. Marry him and ev coorse she wouldn't he as tell if it but hezad anyway she did marry him and that night didn't her husband come back and found all barred up and where did he go to stay for the night but in where the pig was. Wasn't it Saturday night an they were going to Mass the next morning and didn't they see him and they started to run. "Begad" sez he may be they're late...

Read me and believe in me and the face of God you'll never see.
Devil's Mills in Co. Dublin. Devil built them in one night. - He was a free mason and he was readin the book in course and he fell asleep, and the boy took up the book and started readin it. + the devil appeared and he asked for work or victuals and he tould him to go down and ate an oul horse that was on the river bank below. When he came back "Work or victuals" sez he again an he sent him back to build a mill an when he had that done he sent him an (on) them to make ropes out of the say-sand an' he wouldn't do it when he wouldn't let him mix horsedung through it. Well that failed him and he tould him to go back an he made such a noise going back that he wakened his master.
When his master wakened up sez he "Why didn't you tell me when he was here and I'd have a bridge made from Dublin to England.

path, and wandered aimlessly about for hours in the fog. At long, long last the fog cleared away, only for me to receive a greater shock, as I found it was already dark night, and I could not trace any part of my surroundings.
As I told you already, I had no dinner, and now I was getting very hungry and tired, so I sat down and began to cry. I soon found out that crying was not the cure for my trouble, so I began to travel again, and after a while I saw a light at a great distance, so I set towards the light, and after a long and tedious voyage I came to a house.
It was a small thatched cabin and I rapped at the door. It was opened at once by a very old woman, and she asked me who I was and whence I came. I said I was Paddy Moloney from Knockachur Cross, but she did not seem to know where such a place was. Anyhow she told me come in, and that she would give me a feed, and let me go again. I was glad to get the meal. It consisted of bread, cocoa, and very nice puddings. I made a great feed and was really fast asleep when I had enough eaten.

P. Moloney speaking.
When I was a little boy of 10 years, I went to school regularly, and I was a smart lad too. It was my job each evening after school to go to the mountain of Crohane where my father had some cattle grazing along the glens of Thur.
Well to make a long story short, I left this particular evening without any dinner, as it was likely to rain, and dinner was not ready; a hazy evening with a fog moving along the hillside. Off I went anyhow, and I found all my heifers were alright, so I turned for home immediately, but I was soon surrounded by a thick fog blanket, and of course I lost my homeward

how you must go away at once said the old woman for my son will soon be here, and he will kill you dead. I hate to see you killed said she for you are such a nice little chap and so young.
"Why", said I "should your son kill me sure I never hurt him in any form". "Ah" said she "my son is a robber and a murderer, and he'd be afraid that you would tell the police of his whereabouts. While we were thus discussing the dangerous situation the big robber's son arrived at the door. When the door was opened a big dog came in first, and his eyes were just the size of a saucepan. The dog walked slowly up to me, and took my little arm in his mouth. There and then I was a prisoner. The robbers son asked his mother where I came from and to give her credit she pleaded well for me. At last the sentence of death was commuted to a very trying experience, which was really death, in a slow form. "Mother" said he "I can't refuse, but I must get this little spy to leave the district in great haste. I will put him into a barrell, close both ends, and let him roll down from the steeple or summit

the big hill near Kanturk, and if he has luck he may come right. No sooner said than done I was put into the barrell. He took me up the big hill, and left me off from the top, and so it appears I ran towards the County Limerick at an awful speed. I got a very severe bump once. I understand I had jumped the river when I got the big bump.
At long last I stopped in the middle of a fine field, with a number of cows grazing thereon, the big bull of course became violent when he saw the barrell, and he began fucking it about. I put out my little hand through the hole where the cork was in the centre of the barrell, and caught the bull by the tail. Off we sail again at an awful rate. The roar of my ferocious engine could be heard for miles till we landed in the Farmers Yard.
The farmer came out with his servants and family much frightened when they heard me speaking inside the barrell. At any [?] he picked up courage, and opened the barrell. I told him the whole story as I tell you now.
He took me in, and fed me tenderly

and put me to bed for a sleep.
When I woke up and told him I was from Cnockachur Cross Co. Kerry, he was more surprised than ever as his home address was Emly. So now you can imagine the drive I had in the tub from Kanturk to Emly, and all I walked going astray from Crohane to Kanturk.
Next day the good Tipp. farmer brought me home with a fast horse and side car. When we were coming up the mountain we saw all the men travelling the mountain looking for my dead body, so I need not tell you the great delight there was at home when I arrived.
Mother said it would be right to give me a present, so I got a handsome new suit, and I only lost 2 days from school.

The most harmful weeds in this district are the nettle, the thistle, the dock-leaf, the chick-weed, the foxglove, scutch-grass, rushes, the crowfoot, the groundsel, the capawn, cat's tail, chicken weed, colt's foot, fern, comfrey, broom, dandelion, hurts, blackthorn, forauns, crane-bill, glasarlean and praishte.
Some of them are harmful because they spread too fast and make the land poor. Others poison things like the nightshade and the praishte destroys the oats and all kind of seeds. Broom and capawn grow in poor places. The thistle grows only in good land.
Dandelion is used for making drinks and its milk will cure warts. People pick it and give it to sows. Young thistles are also cut and given to sows when they are deadened by warm gruel. Some people cut the tops of whins and pound them up and give them to horses. They say it is good for worms. The milk of the dandelion is used for curing warts.
Slanlus when the green leaves are bruised stops blood. The roots of the rushes, of the foxglove, the groundsel, and the bog-lily are used to make a cure for the yellow jaundice. The tops of the blackthorns are used for curing scour in cattle. They are boiled.

Shops were not as plentiful long ago as they are now. Long ago there was no shop nearer than Ballysodare. Later on a shop was opened in Skreen near the Church. Long ago they used to bring carts to Mass and buy whatever they wanted for the week. Very little is bought and sold now except papers and a few other things. The people go to Mass in cars or on bicycles now but long ago flour, meal, tea and sugar were brought after Mass.
Money was not always given for goods. Often crops and works were given. Some people gave a day's work or a week's work and others used to give potatoes and oats. This is carried on yet.
When we get goods for a while without paying for them we get them on "tick". Cant is the word for selling things like in an auction. Change sometimes means payment or Money. Earnest means to give some of the payment for the goods hay or anything else you buy. Then the seller will have to give the goods that you gave the earnest for.
Markets were held in Ardnaglass long ago and in Sligo town for potatoes, cabbage and hay but none of these were sold in Ardnaglass.
Feather mongers used to come around this

When we go into a house in this part of the county we say "God bless all here" and when we are leaving we say "Good night to ye all now" and the people of the house say "safe home" and some say "do not be long until you come again". When the people of the house are welcoming us they say "welcome Alice, pull your chair down to the fire".
When we see a man working we say "God bless the work" or "good luck to the work" and the man says "on you too" or "thanks". When we meet a person on the road he says "good morrow Alice" and I answer "good morrow thats a good day now".
Some of the young people are starting to say "how do you do", "so long", "bye bye", and nice words that they hear from strangers. If you were talking about a lump on a man's nose we would say "God bless the mark" and if we brought news of an accident or misfortune we would say "God bless the hearers" and some say "God between us and the harm". When a person sneezes we say "God bless us". We say "God bless us" too if a person gets hurt. When we pass a remark about a beast we say "she is a good cow good luck to her". When we are burying an animal we all say to the owner

There is a blessed well of St. Patrick in Aughres. It is about a mile from this place and is very near the sea. People have no certain day for visiting it. There is a heap of stones beside the well. There is a small altar beside the well and people leave flowers, medals, pennies, pencils buttons etc. on it.
There is a blessed well also of St. Patrick in Dromard. People visit it on 29th June and the station can be done any time up until the 15th August. There is a statue of St. Patrick in it also.
There is a monument in Dunflynn for Duald Mac Firbis who wrote the Chronicum Scotorum. One day when he was eighty years he was going to walk to Dublin. He rested in a house in Dunflynn and was killed by one of the Croftons. The Mac Firbises were the most famous scholars in Tireragh. They lived at Lecan castle in Kilglass.
St. Adamnan lived in Screen long ago and he had a holy well at Tubberunant. Skreen is sometimes called Skreen Adamnan on that account.

A Because she can't look under it.
Q Why does a hen cross the road.
A Because she wants to get to the other side.
Q How many feet has forty sheep a shepherd and his dog.
A Two feet.
Q What has eyes and cannot see.
A A bridge.
Q Long legs crooked thighs small head and no eyes.
A A Tongs Tongs
Q If your uncels sister was not your aunt what would she be to you
A Your Mother
Q Why are soldiers tierd on the first of April.
A Because their after a hard March.
Q Whats a child to its own Fathers who is not its own Fathers Son.
A A daughter.
Q As round as a marble as deep as a cup and all the kings army wouldent Pull it up.
A The mon in the bottom of a well.
Q The more you take from it the biger it gets.
A A grave or a hole.
Q If it took four men four days to a hole How long would it take one man to dig a half hole.
A None because you cant dig half a hole.
Q Ink Ank under a bank ten drawing four.

A A woman milking a cow.
29 Q What is a hering worth when its half eaten?
A Turning it
30 - Q What is bought by the yard and worn by the foot
A A carpet.
31 - Q Hoddy roddy with a fine Black Body.
A A pot
32 - Q Fire under fire over and it never touches fire.
A A cake in an oven.
33 - Q As I went out a slipery gap I met my uncle Charley he had Iron toes a timber nose and I owne to you he would frighten the crows.
A A gun.
35 - Q Riddle me Riddle me rankyo my Father gave me some seeds to sow. The seeds were black and the ground was white a you must Riddle me that Before saturday night.
A A letter to write
36 - Q As Black as ink as white as snow and it hops it hops on the road like hailstones.
A A Magpie.

In the time of Cromwell there was a general in his army who was very friendly with the parish priest of Manister. One day as the priest was saying Mass the general came into the church and began to speak to him. The priest did not answer him. The general thought this an insult and was very angry. After Mass he asked the priest why he did not talk to him. The priest said he could not talk to him during Mass but that he had said three Hail Mary for him. The general asked him what good were these for him. The priest said that they would do great good for him. He asked for a proof of this and said he would hang the priest if he could not prove it. The priest said that the three Hail - Mary would weigh himself and his horse. The scales were erected and the Three Hail - Mary wrote out on a bit of paper weighed the general and his horse. Three big stones which were erected of the scales are to be seen on the side of the road where the scales were erected. They are always called the "Three Hail Mary stones" and the surface is always [?] off them.

In October and November the potatoes are dug. Some people dig them by means of a spade. Others plough them out (only when in drills). According as each drill is ploughed out the potatoes are picked. A potato digger is rarely used. As the potatoes are being dug they are picked generally by boys and girls. The large sound potatoes are placed in a heap in the ground. They are then covered with rushes and earth. Such a heap is called a "pit of potatoes".
Irish Queens, Arran Banners, Worlds Wonders and Champions grow best in my district (townland of Droumduhig, parish of Ballyhar, Co. Kerry).
Potatoes were used up to fifty years ago instead of starch. They were first washed and then grated. The grater was a perforated piece of tin and was rubbed to the potato. The grated potatoes were placed on a piece of cloth. Cold water was poured on them, into a vessel underneath. The potatoes were then cast away. (These

The walls are made of stone and mortar. It is roofed with corrugated iron. The cows are tied by means of chains around the necks to iron slides in the walls. Behind them is a passage about three feet wide where the excrement falls. To divide each pair of cows there is a post stuck in the ground about two feet from the wall at the cows' heads. A few boards the ends of which are inserted in the wall are nailed to this. As a rule each cow-stall accommodates eight cows.
Some people tie the cows round the horns by means of spancels. These are made from the hair got from the tail of the cow or horse. This is first twisted, each twist being about three-eights of an inch in diameter. Next two twists are interwoven to make one spancel. There is an "eye" in one end of this, thus, "eye". A piece of wood about four inches long and

get a fair or straight stroke at it.
Little particles of butter adhere to the staff of the churn-dash and so indicate that the butter is made. Water is sometimes poured in during the process, either to cool the cream or to render easy the separation of butter particles for the butter milk.
When the butter was made it was taken out of the churn by means of the hand and placed in a tub of cold spring water. It was washed well in cold spring water. Next it was salted, packed in casks called firkins and dispatched to the butter-merchants in Cork.
Some of the butter milk was used for making bread. Some of it was drunk. It was supposed to be very good for the stomach.
Years ago it was the practice to "steal" butter on May morning. People were able, or supposed to be able, to take it from the cream while the latter lay in a tub in the dairy. It was impossible to make butter from

The local fairs are held in the neighbouring towns - Killarney, Castleisland, Castlemaine, Milltown and Tralee. A fair is held once a year in a village called Molahiffe, parish of [?], Co. Kerry. This is about three miles from my home (Ballyhar parish, Co. Kerry). A fair is also held once a year in a village called Currans, parish of Currans, Co. Kerry. This is about five miles from my home. Molahiffe and Currans are the only country places in this district, where fairs are held. I have not heard that buyers ever transacted business at Cross-roads or at farmers' houses. Fairs were always held in the above towns.
Up to thirty years ago a fair was held in the village of Farranfore. This has been discontinued because the cattle population in the immediate neighbourhood of Farranfore was small - due to the fact that the land

says to the seller, "Show me your hand". The seller then opens his hand and the buyer strikes it with his own open hand, remarking at the same time "I'll give you so much, (mentioning the sum) take it or leave it". When, after considerable bidding, the buyer decides to give the seller the sum he wants he says to him "Give me your hand. I'll take him, or her, or them"; at the same time he strikes the seller's hand with his own right hand.
When sold buyers of any consequence mark the animal on the flank or on the shoulder or on the side, with a scissors. Some buyers make one mark with the scissors, others make two. Some buyers or "truckers" mark the animals with mud applied with a stick to the flank or side of the animals. Bonhams are nearly always marked with grease taken from the axle of a cart. This is rubbed with the finger to the flank, or shoulder or back. Sheep are marked with redmine.

Trí trí cú
Trí cú each
Trí each fear
Trí fear dair
Trí dair iubhar
Trí iubhar fiolar
Trí fiolar iomar ochta
Trí iomar ochta Deire an Domhain.Note - In writing the above I spelled the words as I heard them pronounced.

Our Lord and his mother, and a few of his disciples went travelling one day, and they were going to go to a certain village and to camp there. He was very charitable. Out in the day they met a fellow half-torn coming towards them and he barefoot. He asked charity of Our Lord, and Our Lord gave him a shilling. He prayed and went away. They went on a little farther, and they met a beggar woman, and she asked for charity, and he gave her a half-penny. They travelled on a little farther, and his Mother said to him: "You gave a shilling to the beg man, and you gave only a half-penny to the poor little beggar-woman. It was a fine summer's day, and it was evening late when they arrived into the village, and they saw the man whom he gave the shilling to and

he dividing a shilling's worth of bread in the poor people, and he also divided a bucket of milk in them.
Our Lord then said: "My shilling is gone for charity".
In a few days after they were travelling again, and they saw the little beggar woman dead on the side of the road, and she had a great amount of money in her pocket.
Our Lord took it and threw it away, and he said it would rot wherever it would be.

The last and local landlord in this district was Lord Kenmare. Before that we had what they call middle-men. They were small landlords, and they were paying a head rent to the landlords, but they used to have big profit themselves. Reaboy, Knocknageehy and Screathan-a-Gullane belonged to Doctor OLeary, and he lived in Screathan-a-Gullane. Tuneencahill Wast was belonging to the McCarthies of Headford (Kerry).
They were partial men.
Tuneencahill, Renasup and Newquarter (Rathmore Kerry) belonged to the Duggans of Knocknaseed (Rathmore, Kerry) and they were horrid landlords.
It was said that they used to whip their men if they were a moment late, and if they disobey they would hunt them from their place the next morning. The Mc Sweeneys of the Quarry Lodge (Gneeveguilla, Co. Kerry)

In nineteen-twenty, when the black-and-tans were doing great damage all over Ireland, the soldiers of the Irish Republican Army planned an ambush on Turrengarrive (Ballydesmond, Banteer, Co. Cork) about a mile and a half from here. The IRA men knew that General Holmes, who was in charge of the black-and-tans in Munster, would be returning from Tralee to Cork with four military lorries manned by his best soldiers with guns and ammunition. At the time the IRA men were hard up for ammunition, and they thought hat this was a good chance to get some as well as to pull general Holmes and his men out of action. The place where the ambush took place is called the "cumors", where

In the year nineteen-twenty when the black-and-tans were doing great damage in all parts of Ireland, the I. R. A. planned an ambush on Turrengarrive (Ballydesmond, Banteer, Co. Cork) about a mile and a half from here.
The I. R. A. men knew that General Holmes, who was in charge of the black-and-tans in Munster, was to pass that day from Tralee to Cork, and they were badly in need of guns and ammunition at that time. They placed a blockade across the road, and then they took up their positions inside the fences. At last the lorries of the black-and-tans arrived. When the lorries arrived at the place, they had to stop on account of the blockade. They were under fire for about

the road is cut by the side of the hill, having a deep valley on one side, and ground rising very high on the other. Then there are three sharp turns in the road. In the middle turn the I. R. A. boys placed a barricade, and took their places inside the fences, and waited for the lorries to come on.
When they came, the first lorry had to stop up, on account of the bend in the road.
The other lorries were under fire before they could pull up. The I. R. A. boys opened fire at once, and the black-and-tans all got knocked out in less than five minutes.

Long ago there used to be a battle fought at the fair of Knocknagree, Co. Cork between a party called the Daheenacs and a party called the Geartthacs.
The Daheenachs were led by Darby Moynihan from Banard (Gneereguilla, Rathnore, Co. Kerry), and the Geartthacs were led by Andy Sheehan of Kilcummin (Co. Kerry).
The Daheenachs were the strongest party.
The Geartthacs' head-quarters were at a house called Begley at the east of the village of Knocknagree, Co. Cork, and the Daheenachs were at the west end of the village.
The way they used to start is: One man would say: Who will fight?
Then another man would say: "Come on I am your man".

it becomes. Ans.: A hole in a wall.
As I went up to yonder hill I met a little red man. He told me he was more afraid of a "clocking" hen than King George and all his men. Ans.: A worm.
What goes round the wood and never gets into the wood. Ans.: The bark of a tree.
What goes round the house and leaves a loaf in every window. Ans.: The snow.
What walks with its head down. Ans.: A nail in your boot.
What goes away between two woods and comes home between two waters. Ans.: A man fetching water in pails.
One half dead, the other half living, and a tail wagging. Ans.: A dog with its head in a pot.
What goes away above the ground, and returns under it. Ans.: A man with sods on his head.
Long man, legless, came to the door startled Pray Jane, keep in your hens, I am not afraid of your dog. Ans.: A snail.

but ink it isn't; and what is it. Ans.: A blackberry.
What is the smallest bridge in the world. Ans.: The bridge of your nose.
As I went out in yonder gap, I met my uncle Davy. I cut off his head, and sucked his blood, and left him lying easy. Ans.: A blackberry.
What is the difference between a troublesome boy, and a bottle of medicine. Ans.: One is taken and then shaken, and the other is shaken before taken.
As round as an apple, as deep as a cup all the men in Kerry would not lift it up. Ans.: A spring well.
What kind of wig can no hairdresser make. Ans.: An earwig.
Long legs, short thighs, small head and no eyes. Ans.: The tongs.
What is licked and then left in the corner. Ans.: A stamp in the corner of an envelope.
What is full, and holds more. Ans.: A pot of potatoes.
What is the difference between a dress-maker and a farmer. Ans.: One sows what she gathers, and the other gathers what she sows.

Patch upon patch without any stitches, riddle me that and I will buy you a pair of breeches. As.: A head of cabbage.
Headed like a thimble, tailed like a rat, you may guess for ever but you would never guess that. Ans.: A pipe.
What goes up the chimney down, but won't come down the chimney up. Ans.: an umbrella.
Eight arms without a hand; a wooden leg that cannot stand; it is always wet but cannot feel; it has no shoes but shod with steel; it has a dress of silk with a belt in the middle; now can you guess this silly riddle. Ans.: An umbrella.
What sleeps with its finger in its eye. Ans.: The crook.
Forty sheep went out in a gap, forty more followed that; forty seven, ten and eleven, three and two how much is that. Ans.: Five.
What is black and white and read all over. Ans.: The newspaper.
As round as an apple, as flat as a pan; one side a woman, and the other side a man. Ans.: A penny.
As green as grass, but grass it isn't; as red as blood but blood it isn't: as black as ink

In marble hall as white as milk.
Lined with skin as soft as silk.
Within a fountain crystal clear.
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors are here on this stronghold.
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
Ans.: An egg.
Little Jenny Huddle sitting in a puddle with a green cap and a white petticoat.
Ans.: A bunch of rushes.
What is it that grows down. Ans.: a cow's tail.
Up chip-cherry down chip-cherry; all the men in Derry would not climb chip-cherry. Ans.: Smoke.
What goes over the fire, and under the fire and never touches the fire. Ans.: a cake in an oven.
Four stick-standers, four diddle-danders, two puckers, two lugers, a licker and a hanger. Ans.: A cow.
What is it that goes round the house in the day-time, and sleeps in the corner a night. Ans.: The broom.
Why is "smiles" such a long word. Ans.: Because there is a mile between the first and last letters.
The more you take out of it the bigger

the eaves of houses. The blackbird builds her nest in hedges. She begins to sing the first day in Spring. The water hen makes her nest near water. The rook makes her nest on top of a big tree. She makes her nest of bits of brambles and feathers. The cuckoo builds no nest at all she lays her egg in some other bird's nest. When the cuckoo lays her egg in the other bird's nest all the birds fly after her and pick her. When the young cuckoo comes out of the egg he is bigger than the other birds. He throws the young birds out of the nest and eats all the food. The wild goose does not lay her eggs in this country. She goes away to foreign lands and lays her egg on an Island. When the wild goose comes from the east and flies towards the north early in the year it is the sign of a bad winter. When they scream very loud it is the sign of rain. The robin is a small bird. When Our Lord was dying on the cross the little robin came to the foot of the cross. The blood of Our Lord sprinkled on his breast. It is said that it is not right to kill a robin.

There are a lot of weeds growing on the land. Fooran grows in bunches. People pull it in the summer and cut it up fine and give it to the pigs. Some people give it raw to them and more people boil it. Nettles are given to turkeys they grow in big bunches. They have to be boiled. When they are boiled the water has to be taken them, then given to the turkeys and young ducks. Chicken weed is another weed which grows on the land. It is a small weed. It grows in big green bunches. It is pulled in the summer and given to pigs. Hemlock is another weed. It is a poisonous weed. It grows a long stem with green leaves and red berries. Fearaba grows in the potatoes. It is a green weed. It grows very plentiful. Turkie weed is a red weed. It grows in long thin bunches. It grow mostly in poor land. The boocholaun grows in green fields. It is a fairly thick stem with yellow flowers. It is no use. Cuppoo grow very plentiful. They grow a big wide leaf. People pull them in summer and cut them for pigs.

About sixty eight years ago when the people were getting married, there were no motor-cars, or traps or side-cars. The people had to go on horses. Nearly all the people when they were married would have a wedding feast, and there would be a lot of people at that wedding. When the people would be coming home from the Church each man would have a girl behind him on the horse. Then the horses would go running, and the first horse that would be at the house would win and that man would get the whiskey to divide. If the girl fell off the horse that man would not win. If the people were near the Church the men would walk, and the first one would get the whiskey to divide. The people would be singing and dancing at the wedding feast until morning.

The cuckoo comes to Ireland in April and waits for three months. Then she goes away to Africa in July. The cuckoo does not make any nest, but she lays her egg in some other bird's nest. The swallows come to Ireland in May and wait until the end of October. They build their nests in the roofs of the houses. When you see the swallows flying low it is the sign of rain, and when you see them flying high it is the sign of good weather. The corn-crake comes to Ireland in May and waits to lay her eggs and hatch them. The corn-crake makes her nest in the meadow. When the meadow is [?] she goes away again. The wild-goose goes away to lay her eggs and hatch them. They come to Ireland in November. When you see the wild geese flying West it is the sign of good weather. There are a lot of birds that do not go away at all. The wren, robin, sparrow, seagull, rook and many other birds. The robin makes her nest in a hole in the wall. She is a very small bird. When Our Lord was hanging on the Cross the robin dipped her breast in his blood. That is why she has a red breast. The wren makes her nest

dozens of lighter briars or osiers closely through these lighter rods, and the handles also made of twisted briar were fixed on either side. The fixing of the handles required great care otherwise the basket would not be properly balanced when full. These were all old basket-makers Bill Greed The Bog Cross Clonakenny, Martin Delahunty The Orkneys Clonakenny. Dan Doyle Gurtnadumma. Denis Morkan Summerhill Pat Treacy Shragh. James Gleeson Shanacloch and the following people still make round baskets in the district: Tim Doyle Honeymount. Billy Treacy Gurteen. Pat Maher Clonakenny. John Morris Dangan.
A local tradition as regards basket-making is this, no basket should be made in any month which has not an "R" in it.
The men who do the thatching in the district at present are Tom Foye Kilough. John Morkan Summerhill. Tom Burke Rathnavoggue. and Bill Tuohy Killea. Oaten straw is used for thatching; but in old times when corn used be all threshed with the flail wheaten straw only used be made use of. The thatcher

The spinning and carding of wool is no longer done in the district, but some years ago it was practised at Mullally's of Clonakenny Murrays ofLongford and Suttons of Gurtnadumma.
I heard the following story in connection with this craft. A very poor woman named Kitty Sheedy of Longford Templemore about one mile north-west of this school had a spinning wheel but alas she had no sheep. She used travel over the farms of those who were rich enough to keep sheep and gather all strands of wool which had been pulled from the sheep by the bushes and briars she used also gather the dirty wool which the shearers had thrown in the ditch as being of no use. All this she brought home and washed and scoured thoroughly and finally spun into fine strong thread. This she sold or exchanged for cloth at the local mill; which it is said was situated near where the Montore creamery at present stands, and thus made her living.
Another industry which is no longer

These are the birds found in our district some of them the whole year round and others only at certain times.
The crow, (rook) the jackdaw, the magpie, the blackbird, song thrush, wood thrush robin, chaffinch, goldfinch, wagtail, billybrown, yellowhammer, linnet, lark, wren, tomtit, wood-pigeon, sparrow, hawk, scaldcrow, crane, curlew, waterhen, are to be seen all the year round, while the following birds are to seen less frequently or only at certain times of the year: the seagull, wildduck, snipe, woodcock, pheasant, partridge, grouse, corncrake, the swallow, the cuckoo, starling, and the owl, also the green and gray plover.
The corncrake, the swallow, the cuckoo, most wildduck, woodcock, and snipe, leave us - the first three in winter the latter three in summer. The swallow is the only bird which tells us that it is going: from the first of September on they are to be seen perched in large flocks on the roofs of our houses and barns chattering for all they are worth all the other slip away quietly. A

his cattle into a "good stand" on the fair.
There is no charge made for cattle entering a town in the morning; neither is there any charge on unsold cattle leaving the town later in the day; but on all cattle sold, whether they are taken to the railway-station or brought back out the country, "toll", at the rate of three or four pence per head, must be paid. There is often much argument over the collection of this "toll".
When cattle are sold, luck money, or rather a "luck penny", is always given by the seller to the buyer; this varies in amount according to the price of the animal. It may mean as much as five pounds in the case of a high-priced horse, but often runs as low as three pence in the case of a bonham.
The selling of a beast is often very interesting to watch; the owner usually asks more often a lot more than he is prepared to take; while the buyer on the other hand offers less than he is prepared to give. Some man standing near now steps in and says "let ye divide the difference"; this is seldom agreed to; the seller may offer to take off a pound, or the buyer to give an extra pound,

person after having severe illness. Potatoes cakes were also considered dainty bit for tea or coffee. Another dish that was considered a dainty dinner was stewed goose, and dumplings. The dumplings were small cakes which were made of quern meal, wet with a liquor which stewed the goose.
Pancakes, creamcakes, and apple cakes were also dainties, and currant, raisins cakes seemed to belong to Xmas alone. Usually in farmer's house the table when not in use was turned up against the wall, and had a broad leg on hinges, which kept it quite firm when turned down to be used for meals. People sat on foarms on each side.

mother's house in the parish of Mullinahone. When the party and dance were in full swing, there was very little notice taken of the snow, until it was time to go home. Six of the young men who were at the dance took shovels, and spades, and cleared tons of snow to make a track for the car, as far a Cloneen a distance of three miles. They saw some drifts here on the Clonmel road that were eleven feet high.
They gave up hopes as their homes were four miles further on. The party returned back to the house they had left, and held a dance every night for seven nights. It was equal to the wedding of Ballyporeen. The snow had not gone, but the roads were beaten down, so that they were able to travel home.

I don't remember any big snow storm here, though I saw a few inches of snow. But I have heard the people of the village tell of a snow-storm about thirty years ago, where the drifts in some places were eleven feet, and twelve feet high on the road. While in other places, which were not sheltered there was only a foot or two.
A great many sheep were lost in the hills, and there was great hardship trying to get hay to the cattle, and also the poor people found it very hard to get fire-wood, and they got some trees, and boughs from the farmers near them.
It happened on the very night that the snow fell, that there was a newly married pair from Killusty were invited to the bride's

on the houses and cut away the rafters to save some part of the house. While the work was going on, crowds passed on to the fair of Fethard with terror in their faces, and the people were shocked to hear from them that they had passed four houses on the road in a like manner. Some people blamed the black and tans for it, some blamed the irregulars, and some again blamed the Irish Free State troops. It was a mystery to every one for they were small thatched houses.
Until about a week later, when it came about that a fellow who had been working about. And who was a bit simple in some ways. Was heard to say that he would burn all the thatched houses, in the country. He was arrested, and he admitted what

townland at Caheragh. Charlie Hegarty's is in the townland of Ballourane. John Crowley's is in the townland of Dreeny. Tim Neills is in the townland of Durrus. The Madore road is running near the Caheragh forge and the Skibbereen road is running near the Ballyourane forge. The Dreeny road is running near to the forge at Dreeny. The Bantry road is running near the forge at Durrus. The Ballourane river is near one of them. The Ilen river is near the other two. One of them is thatched and the other three are slated. The doors are square-headed. There are two

There are four forges in this parish. Tim Hayes and Charlie Hegarty and John Crowley and Tim Neill. Tim Haye's father and his grandfather were great smiths before him. Charlie Hegarty's people were also smiths and not anyone of John Crowley's people were good smiths. Tim Hayes forge is situated in the middle of the square at Caheragh. Charlie Hegarty's forge is situated at Ballyourane and John Crowley's is situated at Dreeny and Tim Neills is situated at Durrus Road station. Tim Hayes forge is in the

There are two forges in this parish, one of them in Ballyourane and the other one in Killenleigh. Charlie Hegarty works in Ballyourane and Tom Hayes works in Killenleigh. Their fathers were smiths also. One is situated near four crosses at the right hand side of the road. There is a stream runnign near it. The roof of it is thatched. The shape of the door is square. There is one hob in it. Bellows are thing that you would pull up and down for blowing the fire. They bought them. He uses a rasp, a hatchet, a pincer's,

The names of the animals on the farm are the dog, the cat, the horse, the sheep, the pig, the goat, and the cow. Cows are the most plentiful. The names of our cows are Daisy, Blossom, Strawberry, Rosy, Purty, Starry, Lily, Molly, Maol, and Spot. "How" "how" "how" is what is said by a person when he is driving cows. The stall is the name given to the house where the cows are kept. Rushes are thrown in the stall for the cows to lie on. Each cow is tied around her neck with a chain. When calves are young they are left loose around the house sometimes. My father had a cow once and no one could milk her for she would kick and spill the milk. A boy named Michael Collins began to milk the cow

The animals of the farm are cows and horses and pigs and goats. The names of our cows are Rony, Roan, Black Maol, Fancy, Cany, Bantry, Blossom, Blackie, Starry, the White cow, and Lily. When a man is driving cows he says howa, howa, howa, and when he wants them to stop he says Back here. He puts litter or straw for bedding. The cows are tied by a chain around their necks and the chain attached to a runner and the runner attached to a post. Some people have a medal hanging in the cow house

The names of the animals we have at home are the cows and horses the calves and the pigs. The names of the cows are Bawney and Blackie and Suske and Starry and Stabber and Joe and Drimoleague and Beauty and Breach. The names of the calves are Spain and Blossom and White head and Strawberry and Magpie and Dearg. When a man is driving the cows he says hove, hove, and when he wants them to stand he says youish and when he is turning them in the gap he says whest in here. The house that the cow house. There is litter put under them for bedding. The cows are tied with chains and ropes. We have a horses shoe hanging at

You would know when we are going to get rain. The sun would go down red in the evening. And there would be a circle around the moon and the stars would be glittering. And the cat would have his back turned to the fire. And the cows would be inside under the ditches. The rain-bows would be showing in the evening. All the smokes would be going up straight in the air. And all the soot that would be in the chimney would be falling. And the river would be roaring noisily. And it is the wind that brings the rain. There would be a blue light in the fire. The leg

1) Tháinig mé aniar faoi Samhain,
D'ith mé mo dhóthann de'n gamhan,
Bliadain ó Shamhain sin bhí laogh ag an ngamhain sin. Cé'n chaoi ar thárla sé sin?
Freagra: - Thug muinntear a' tíghe gamhan isteach sa teach. Leagadar ciseóg fataí ar a dhruim, agus d'ith siad a ndtóthann do na fataí.
2) Ar a' bhféar ghlas a shiubhlaim.
Ar a' gclár péinne a sheasaim.
An each nár rugadh agus nach mbéarfar amach romham, agus srian a mháthar in mo ghlaic agam.
Freagra. Cailleadh an capall agus baineadh an searrach amach as taobh a 'capaill; agus mhair an searrach.
3) Bhí báchear i nGaillimh agus bhí dearbhráthair aige ina bhacéir i mBaile Átha Cliath. Ach ní raibh dearbhráthair ar bith ag an mbácéir, a bhí i mBaile Átha Cliath, i nGaillimh.
Freagra: - Deirbhshiúr a bhí aige i nGaillimh.
4) Tá dearbhráthair ag dearbhráthair m'athar-sa agus ní oncal domsa é.

Aon lá amháin chuaidh Diarmuid, Goll, Conan agus Oscar amach ag fiadhach. Cuadar acar maith as baile. D'eirigh an oidhche ortha & chuadar amugha. Chonnacadar solus uataibh, rinneadar air agus thanagadar go dtí teach. Bhuail siad ar an doras agus d'osgail sean-fhear é agus chuir sé céad míle fáilte roimh Fianna na h-Éireann

Bhí Gobán Saor ina chomnuidhe i gCo. Mhuigheo in áit a dtugtar Cúl Céardcan air. Bhí sé ag déanamh caisleán in cuile áit in Éirinn. Bhí ochtar inghean aige agus anois agus aríst nuair a théigheadh sé abhaile ní bhíodh áthas mór air nuair nár gheall Dia aon mac dhó. Nuair a chonnaic an bhean as ordú é chuimnigh sí ar chleas agus rinne sí maltrait. Thug sise an inghean dho'n bhean eile (an) thug an bhean eilr an mac di sin.
Nuair a chonnaic an gobán an mac óg bhí sé sásta.

bean mhór a bhí ag caitheamh cloch dubh ag siubhal treasna an mhacha. Ní raibh sé ag deanamh aon fhothraim agus bhí sí ag tógaint céim ana fhada. Dubhairt Seana Brighid paidir ós áird agus le na linn sin mhuchaidh an solas agus d'imthig an bhean as radharc.

Oidhche Geimhridh i ndeire Mí na Samhna iseadh a fuair Tadhg Dubh - duine de'm chomairsanaibh bás. Bhí sé fuar is fluach is bhí sé ana dhorcha ar fad. Bhí cúpla fear is cupla ban ar anghlúnaibh agus iad ag guidhe i seomra an bháis le linn agus é ag tarrach a anál déirneach d'airig na daoine a bhí ins an seomra fothram uaigneach, uathbhásach mar a bheadh duine éigin ag gol agus fothram mar a beadh a lán capall ag gabhail timcheall an tighe.
Ní raibh corr ins an séomra agus bhí na fir is na mná ag féuchaint ar a céile agus sgannradh an domhain ortha. Sa deire d'eirig seana Brighid. Dein sí fíor na croise uirthí féin agus anonn léi go dtí an fhuinneóg. D'feach sí amach agus annsan bhagair sí ar a comraidí is cuadar anonn. Bhí solus ag gluaiseacht timcheall an mhacha agus stad sé ag doras tighe na gcapall. Taréis tamaill chonnacadar

Mheas sé gur scata fear a bheadh iad, ag eitilt tríd an aér ar dhromaibh capall. D'eirig a ghruaidh 'na cheann le neart sgannraidh. Thóg sé amach an buidéal is dhein sé fior na croise soir é féin agus an fothrom le na línn sin d'eirigheadar san aér is do bhí duine acu níor aoirde ná na daoine eile. Chuadar díreach ó na radharc tré bhearnáin.
D'iompuig sé ar a fháil annsan is do tháinig sé abhaile is creideann sé ó shoin i leith gurbh iad na púcaí a chonnaic sé.

to sleep, still to be seen, and Saint Finnbarr's cell was in the centre of the monastery. St. Finnbarr often banished a serpent out of the district.
From Gougane Barra, Saint Finnbarr followed the course of the Lee, to Cork, and there he built a monastery, a school, and a Cathedral. The Cathedral is called "Saint Finn Barrys Cathedral. It is a beautiful building and is now owned by Protestants. Then Saint Finnbarr became first bishop of Cork. He is buried in Cork.
There are rounds performed in the cells in Gougane from the twenty fourth of June to the twenty fifth of September. People in this district are called after the Saint. The word Gougane Barra means Gaggan Barry. The Lee is called after the words of Saint Finnbarr. One day when St. Finnbarr was banishing a serpent, the serpent was hiding near the Lee, Saint Finnbarr said "Tá sé in a luighe" and then the river was called the "Laoi" in Irish.
There is a holy well, dedicated to his honour in

It is said that Saint Finnbar built a Church about four miles west of Dunmanway, but it is now in ruins. The one, which he built in Gougone, was almost in the same condition, but it was again built into a beautiful Church. The Stations of the Cross, which belonged to Saint Finnbar, are still to be seen there. It is also said that everyone should visit Gougane, before he or she would die.
Another Saint, who lived in this district, was Saint Bartholomew. In the townland of Gurtroe, there is a well, which was supposed to have been built in the course of one night. It is not known by whom

This is a song that was made about the killing of an old cow.
I Down to the courthouse, there came an old pile,
And her back was the shape of a three-cornered file.
Jerry Allis was sent for, as quick as they could,
To kill the old pile and to spill all her blood.
Butcher Mc Carthy delayed for a while. Till he'd bring out the bible and read o'er the pile.
When the pile was knocked down, she made a terrible roar.
And her ghost then was seen at the preaching house door.
There is Jim Shea and Jack Shea and Pats of Laughadiveen.
Eugene Mac Sweeny and Mrs Sullivan the queen.
The greatest misfortune that ever was seen, Was to
Thresh for Jim Manning of Droumadooneen.

got up early next morning and he went to an earthen ditch which he knocked to search for rabbits. He captured twelve rabbits and these he put into a bag.
The ploughmen entered their field about seven o'clock in the morning and soon after they commenced working. The thief entered the adjoining field and he left six rabbits run across the ploughmen's field. The men wondered where all the rabbits were going. They said to each other that they would follow them.
They followed them across five or six fields but they caught no one. When they returned they found their horses gone and it was then they thought of thief.
Then the employer said that the thief should steal the four sheep that one of his servants would be driving to the fair to morrow. The thief got ready and he went to a suitable place to wait for the sheep.
He put one old shoe on the side of the road and another good shoe about six hundred yards away. When the man came to the first shoe on the roadside he took no notice of it. When he came to the good shoe he was sorry that he left the first shoe after him. "They would make a

met a crowd of men working at big rocks of stones. They had one poor man and he was raising up on the air, falling on the rocks, and breaking them as fine as bread soda. The Prince asked him what was his name and he said it was "Tón Leachta". "Are you there long" said the Prince. "I am there all my life" said Tón "and will until the end of time if an Irish Prince don't come the way". "Leave off" said the Prince "I think I'm one" and away they went.
The next man they met, his name was 'Fios'. He was reading the world that was gone, the world at the present day, and the world in the future. They went away and they came to a cosy house. They went in, and got plenty refreshments. The remained in the house that night and the boss was up with the dark in the morning.
He gave the Prince a pony named "Bramaire Giobalach". He jumped on her back and away they went and all the rest riding horses, old boss and all. There was a block of timber tied to the pony's ear. The boss told the Prince that in a golden island, inside in a golden palace, in a golden cage, the golden bird was to be found. "You'll have to rush the palace" says the boss because the minute you approach the Island, a wall will rise and keep rising until it will reach the sky.
The prince pulled the timber from the pony's ear and threw it into the water. Then

Lord Mt. Eagle lived near the Eagles Nest in Kerry. He had one son and he was no good, only always stuck in the ashes. One day his father + mother told him they couldn't be rearing him anymore that he has to go and make his living. He went out this day + he stood on a hill and shook himself + he manured a half acre of land with what ashes fell out of him. He had a shilling in his pocket and off he started for London. He bought a dozen of handkerchiefs with his shilling. He was passing a gentleman's house and a daughter was standing at the gate. He blew his nose with one of the handkerchiefs when he was coming near her, and then he threw the handkerchief away. When he was passing her he did the same thing and when he went a bit beyond her he blew his nose in another one, and threw it away too.
After a bit he did the

new scythe. But he refused he would not give it for any money. The fourth day he tried to work it but it would not cut anything. He had to buy a new scythe. It was well known Finian had a charm for edge.Tim Leary of [?] was buillding a back kitchen. [?] Bealum (who could foretell) said to him that he had better stop as it was not lucky to make a house in the shape of a X. He only laughed at her. But she told him he would be sorry of it, before night.
He sent his son and his horse back to a river called the Blackwater for sand. He was not returning in due

A few seasons ago I happened to be in the bog cutting turf. There did a man come to me with his eyes as big as two potatoes, startled to the world with a fine bird that he had seen. This man's name was Patteen. This bird that I mention had a nest all to himself, and was hatched and maintained by a foster mother that was not the size of my thumb.
And this man, Patteen, made out to me that he was some kind of a foreign canary. I asked him how he could come and he told me that he was sent to some gentleman but that he had stayed away. He made out that this nest was his cage. Patteen said that the bird was worth at least forty pounds sterling.
But the best of it all was, he asked a few other neighbours in the bog and myself, good supple fellows to join up this evening to catch his majesty, the foreign canary. At all vents we knew what the bird was so we volunteered to go. Patteen wanted to be first for fear the bird would not be his own, but we made sure to him that he would. So we tightened ourselves up and Patteen led the way to the nest. We had bargained not to kill the bird but to try to catch him alive.
At last we surrounded the nest with branches and sticks in our hands, Patteen leading all the while. He made

a charge at the nest like a horse would bolt, but instead of Patteen catching the canary it was the canary that caught him with his claws through the wrist. He began to rejoice, saying, "you have him". But Patteen says, "no, but he has me, and is giving me my blood and plenty of pain". When Patteen would have one hand liberated the other the canary would be sure to catch the other. So in the end he had to sever the two legs of the canary to get him loose.
Patteen went home with the claws of the canary stuck in his wrist, crying mournfully to get the pincers to get them loose. That is when Patteen discovered that it was a young hawk instead of the foreign canary.
After that we put down the kettle and made tea, and if Patteen is not happy that we may.

There was once a child who strolled about a good deal and thought of a number of things. He had a sister who was a child too, and his constant companion. These two used to wander all day long. They wondered at the beauty of the flowers; they wondered at the depth of the bright water; they wondered at the goodness and power of God who made the lovely world.
They used say to each other sometimes: "supposing all the children upon the earth were to die would the flowers and the sky be sorry. They believed they would be sorry, "for", said they, "the buds are the children of the flowers, and the little playful streams that gambol down the hillsides are the children of the waters, and the smallest white spicks playing at hide-and-seek in the sky all night must surely be the children of the stars. And they would be all grieved to see their playmates, the children of men, no more.
There was one clear-shining star that used to come out in the sky before the rest, near the church spire, above the graves. It was larger and more beautiful, they thought, than the rest; and every night they watched for it, standing hand in hand at the window. Whoever saw it first cried out "I see the star". And often they cried out together, knowing so well when it would rise and where. So they grew up to be such friends with it that before lying down in their beds they always woked up once again to bid it good night. And when they were

A king once asked two watchmen to take care of his orchard. One of the men was blind and the other lame. All the same they were all right for the purpose. When people heard them talking they knew that some people were there, and the thieves kept away.
One day the lame man was sitting in the garden and noticed a very ripe bunch of grapes. They were the first ripe grapes in the garden. "I am sure you are very thirsty", said the lame man to his blind companion, "and I am sure you would like some ripe grapes".
"Yes", said the blind man, "but how can we get them, and you lame and I blind". "That is true", said the lame man, "still we shall get them. Take me on your back and I can

guide you, and you can carry me. So they stole the fruit and ate it.
Next day the king came into the orchard for the very same bunch of grapes. He saw them the day before and he knew they were the only ones that were fit for the table. When they were not there he charged the men for stealing them.
"How can you accuse me for such a thing, my lord?" said the lame man; "how could I walk to them?" "And why do you say such a thing to me?" said the blind man. "I cannot see".
The king said nothing but got his servants to put the lame man on the blind man's back and condemn them to great punishment, just as if they had been one man. "The soul", he said, "cannot sin without the body, so the body and soul will be judged as one".

Dromscara when he saw them he leaped of the cliff to the ground and broke his leg and he ran until they overtook him between Knockduff and Mologhroe where they killed him. There is also a song about Donal Dhu.
Donal Dhu
My name is Donal Dhu
I'm an outlaw bold and true
I ranged this country through
From Saxon bondage free
But I loved a maiden fair
She had black and curly hair
She sunk me in despair
She's the dear maid to me
II
Margaret Kelly was her name
And burning was the flame
That hid within her bosom
Since first I knew that same
But her love was false and cold
And her outlaws life she sold
For the Saxons worthless gold
She's the dear maid to me
III
In silks and costly sheen
I decked my mountain queen
And glorious was her mien

Of beauty fresh and free
Her step was like the fawn
In Araglen's wide lawn
Her eyes were like the dawn
She's the dear maid to me
IV
Woeful was the hour
That avenged her life and power
I slew my beauteous flower
When I knew her perfidy
I drew my Scian and blade
And with rage and grief possessed
I plunged it in her breast
She's the dear maid to me
V
My sires were princes grand
Whithin old Ireland
With many a mighty band
They held their castles free
Till the Saxons within strove
And an outlaw now I rove
Lamenting my false love
She's the dear maid to me
VI
But I've escaped the chains
And its now I'm free again
And in any battle plain

There are two graveyards in this district. One of them is called the Old Graveyard and the other is called the New churchyard. Both of them are in the townland of Mologhroe. The two of them are still in use no one of them are round in shape. There is a new church attached to the new churchyard and there was a church in the old churchyard up to thirty years ago. In the old ground also there is a stone of a very ancient church which was falled by Cromwellian soldiers. Any of them are not level , both of them are sloping in a south easterly direction. There are trees growing in both of them. The old churchyard contains three very old tombs. I do not know the dates of them. No people are buried within the ruins. There are two disused graveyards in the parish one in Arhane and the other in Churchill. A man named Jeremiah Shine saw a girl being buried in the disused graveyard in Churchill. Unbaptised children were buried in a place called a keel. They are not buried there anymore. Families use distant graveyards further away than the local graveyard.

When going on a journey the old people had a beautiful prayer namely Go n-eirigh an bóthar leat. When going to bed they used say
Tá ceithre cúinne ar mo leabaidh
Tá ceithre Aingeal ar mo ceann
Dá bhfinn bhás thar mhaidin
Go flathas Dé go raghaid m'anam
The English of this prayer is
There are four corners in my bed
There are four Angels over my head
One to to guard me
One to guide me
And two to carry my poor soul to heaven
And if I die before I wake
To God I give my soul to take

The Fenian Brotherhood spread rapidly in the district and quite a large number of young men were enrolled as oath bound members.
The arms were procured through the agency of the late Thomas Dunning, Killenaule.
The Rifle parts, Revolvers and ammunition were concealed in tea chests consigned to Mr. Dunning who dealt in that commodity. They were then taken in charge by James Quinn of Killenaule, father of the present William Quinn, popular dog owner + trainer. He kept them concealed in the trunk of a tree from which the core had been removed. When they were placed in this the bore was closed by the insertion of a plug of wood. In due course they were forwarded to the various members.
The local centre was one of the O'Hanagan's of Kilbrenal House, Ballynonty Parish of Killenaule + barony of Slievardagh. It is now occupied by Mr. Joyce, farmer and race horse owner.
In winning coal in the district "inchines" at an angle of 30 degrees were tunnelled

A very long time ago there lived in the townland of Reavouler, Drinagh a a Cailitchín. This Cailithín was a white hare and he lived in a Druid's fort.
It was supposed to be a witch in the shape of a hare. The owner of this fort had fourteen cows and each evening when his wife went to milk them out in the field the hare came to the opposite side of her and sucked nearly a bucket of milk.
One day, a pack of huntsmen came to hunt this mysterious hare, they had hounds who could catch a hare at a distance of three or four hundred yards.
When they came to the fort the hare started out, when the hounds saw it they seemed reluctant to follow it but on being urged on by the huntsmen they started off in pursuit. Away then they rushed over hills, bogs and meadows with the horses and huntsmen close behind shouting and urging on the hounds. The hare jumped across a river into a rushy meadow where it

In Jerome Connolly's land in the townland of Reavouler, Dunagh, Dunmanway, there is a field called "Tobar na Súile". In olden times there was a hedge school in this field, it was a little shanty, the windows were small, the panes of glass were slates with holes in them and the roof was iron. They made ink from blackberries, they had quills for pens and each scholar brought a sod of turf to sit on and they sometimes wrote on slates.
The teacher lodged in one of the farm houses nearly which were constructed in like manner. His name was Mr. James Nyhan and he was from Dunmanway.
In the same field there is a sacred well called "Tobar na Suile". There was supposed to be a cure for sore eyes in this well, and people came from surrounding districts to obtain the cure. Near the well, is a hawthorn bush and each person who came to the well left a piece of white

"Take these churns and fetch some water from the well". The little man was not able to lift one of them and by way of compromise he said, "I will go down and bring up the well and leave it at the house". "You will not", said the giant, taking the churns on his back.
Now there was a hammer to be thrown ten yards and the little man was not able to lift it, much less hurl it from him. He started to whistle, and when asked by the giant why he was whistling, said, "All the men in the West will gather in their hens and chickens". "And is it what you are going to throw the hammer that length" asked the giant in surprise. "Yes", said the little man. "You will not" said the giant, "I shall throw it myself". With that he took the hammer and threw it the ten yards.

night the little man again called at the house and there he gathered four light stones. He mounted a log of timber and was not long there until the seven giants came. He struck the leading giant with one of the stones and the later thought it was his companion behind him that struck him. When the little man struck him again the giant turned on his comrade and cut off his head. Next he said that they would not throw any of the house that night.
The little man repeated this performance until the old leader had killed every one of his fellow giants. One night he came alone and as before the little man struck him. This time the giant suspected that there was someone near at hand and going into the house he found the little man inside and brought him home with him.
In the morning the giant turning to his dwarfish enemy said,

Oaten-meal bread was made from oaten-meal, salt, and luke-warm water. It was made on a flat board called a "lascet" and then left against the griddle to bake slowly before the fire. A griddle was made of iron and it was put standing like an easel. Oaten-meal bread was the chief food of the people of Ireland long ago.
Potato cakes were made by boiling potatoes and bruising them with oaten-

(4) Long ago when they were putting a mark in the top of a cake some wrote their names, and more left the track of their elbows on the cake.

(5) The people were accustomed to bake oaten bread for friends going to America because it kept fresher for much longer than any other kind of bread.

you would see in the morning with a white horse would tell you to give the child.
Whooping-cough a person having the whooping cough was put three times under a she-ass's belly and at the same time given the female ass's milk to drink. This cure was hard but it was supposed to be unsurpassable.
1. Measles a cure for this was to boil sheep's dropping in milk and give it to the child to drink.
2. It was also supposed that the ferret's leavings of milk was used as a cure for measles.
Craos Galar this is a disease by young children in the inside of their mouths. Long ago the gander was left fasting for three days. Then the gander's beak was put into the child's mouth and his fasting breath was supposed to be a cure for it.
Ring worm a cure for this was to rub sour urine to the infected part.
1. Fever soot of the chimney drank in milk.
2. A cow was milked into a bottle and corked and drank fresh for fever.
Sore eyes. If you rub your fasting spit to them for nine mornings or a wedding ring or black tea.

In olden times when doctors were not as plentiful as they are now-a-days people sought their own cures by herbs and other home remedies.
1. Toothache if a person got a toothache he or she would go to a brook and catch a frog, then he would put his leg in his mouth and give it three scrapes with the bad tooth and the tooth was supposed to be cured immediately.
2. Another cure for this is to say whenever a person sneezes "Dia linn is Muire mháthair".
1. Chincough a cure for this is what a husband and wife of the same surname would have left over after their breakfast.
2. Another cure for this was, what the first man

The Wren builds her nest in a very thorny place. She lays about sixteen eggs of a brownish colour with spots. She builds her nest with moss and lines it with feathers.
The blackbird builds her nest on a white-thorn bush with mud and lines it with hay. She lays about five or six eggs.
The thrush builds her nest on bushes also. She lays five eggs and builds her nest the same way as the blackbird.
The cuckoo builds no nest of her own but lays her eggs in another bird's nest, a blackbird or thrush's.
The crow builds her nest on tops of very tall trees with sticks and hay.
The skylark builds her nest on the ground or in the grass. She lays about four eggs.
The magpie builds her nest in a whitethorn tree. It is built with sticks and plastered on the inside with mud and lined with cow's hair. She lays six or seven eggs. These are pale in colour and are dotted all over with brown specks.
The swallow builds her nest under the eaves of houses. It is built of mud mixed with straw and lined with cow's hair and feathers. The swallow lays from four to six eggs. They

There was a man by the name "Philip Céad Bó" living in the "black valley" between two mountains, between Cordal and Brosna. He had a hundred cows which were supposed to have been stolen from his neighbours who lived round him.
He had one old cow who was supposed to be thirtyfour years old, and she was so delighted that March was over now she would live another year. She cocked her tail and went gadding and said "March is over I'll go trying for grass". She went too quickly and she fell into a brook and was drowned. The first day she was drowned, the second day she was pulled out, and the third day she was buried. These days are called "the days of the old cow".

(2) There were several hedge-schools in this district over one hundred years ago. There was one at Ranalough where Paddy Sullivan the Smith later lived. There was another held in a cowhouse in Currowcity where Jack Brosnan now lives. There was another at Rosaneen where William Horan now lives.
There were three teachers in the district which I heard described. Rallins, Cunihan, and OBrien. Rallins was supposed to be from Scartaglin. Cunihan was an ancestor of James Cunihan a Mason of Rossaneen perhaps his grandfather and Brien was the grand-father of the present Charless O Brien of Benativane. He came to the district from the West supposed to be "Gleann na gealt". He taught for years in this and finally settled in Beenativane. He was a lame man and he went in turn with pupils. I dont think there was any payment but there was what was called benefit, days or nights when there were dancing or gambling, and there was a collection then made.

Introduction.
The song was composed by a local poet named Jim Griffin. He was born in the village of Knocknagoshel, fifty-four years ago.
A labourer by occupation, he now lives in a labourer's cottage in Gneeveguilla where he went to live after marriage, his wife being a native of that place.
Before he left the parish of Knocknagoshel, about twenty year ago he composed this song.
He is the author of a few other songs but this one is probably his best.The song was dictated to me by Mr. John Griffin of Ballinattin, Knocknagoshel, Co. Kerry.
Aged fifty-two years, he is one of the poet's brothers. He is care-taker of the local Dispensary. The song was recorded in this book in June 1938.The "Captain" mentioned in the song was John Callaghan a labourer who was tenant of a cottage which is styled "yacht" because of its situation near the Abha Bheag river and also because of its occupants' love for the sea.
John Callaghan died on December 31st aged sixty-five years. He was intelligent, strictly honest and a very popular man.

5 (contd.)
Yet some people tried
To bore holes in her side
But alas! The attempt was vain
For the dark powers of hell
Should be stuck in the shell
That would founder the Mary Jane.6.What a terrible loss
If Conscription should pass
And we'd have to desert our boat!
But our Captain and crew
Are all loyal and true
They're bound to keep her afloat
We'll fly our green flag
Be it no foreign rag
'Twill be marked with the words Sinn Féin
We'll sail out and defeat
Any invading fleet
In our sweet little "Mary Jane"

2 (contd.)
There was never a man
Ever sailed with John Con
But was anxious to call again
For a trip down the Abha Bheag
With a bucket and jug
On board the boat
Mary Jane.3.Her captain and crew
Are well known to you
They are the boys
From around the place
They are no foreign breed
They're our own clan and creed
You can read it
On every face
Great Britain may boast
Of her sailors
Who plough o'er
The raging main
But in all of her fleet
She has none to compete
With the crew
Of the "Mary Jane".

1.
There's a beautiful yacht
With her sails flying flat
And she is anchored
Near Ballinahown
She carries a crew
Of about twenty-two
And a Captain
Of high renown
You might travel
The world all over
Through the fleets
Of France and Spain
But a handsomer boat
Was ne'er set afloat
Then this one called
The "Mary Jane"2.
When this little boat
Was first set afloat
Her crew it was very small
But in less than a year
When they cargoed the beer
They couldn't find room at all

4.
From daylight till dark
You can view this small barque
With her smoke gushing
High in the air
Her Captain and crew
Are all well-to-do
They keep her
In good repair
If you travel her deck
You wont find a speck
Or in her saloon a stain
For the man at the bar
Is a right "folly tar"
He's the pride of
The Mary Jane5.Neither storm nor gale
Will prevent her to sail
When she carries a cargo of beer
In hail, snow or rain
She'll plough o'er the main
Without either dread or fear

The four local estates were Brackile, Coolnapisha, Reask, and Cross. The landlords of those estates were men that were led by their agents, and the agents, in turn, were spurned on by their land-bailiffs. The latter were the chief cause of trouble on every estate always, trying to get either himself or some friend into his neighbour's homestead, if the latter was unable to pay the rent when it became due. In the townland of Coolnapisha about eighty years ago, a man named Ryan, when paying his rent, asked to be compensated for the loss of a cow. The agent turned to him + asked what became of the price of the eight or ten pigs he has sold a few days previously - useful information from the bailiff Hayes. The agent was John Henry Weldon of Kilmallock - the greatest scourge that ever trod this Island. On another occasion when the tenants on the Coolnapisha estate applied for a reduction in rent, (about fifty-five years ago) he boldly told them that £3 per acre was not rent for a bog. He put £3 per care on them with the result that three of the tenants - Hammersley, Ryan, and Franklin - were evicted in 1882. The Land Corporation took over their land for some time, but were working at a loss, and after sixteen or seventeen years, the evicted tenants once again became occupiers of their farms, and the landlord, his agent, and his bailiff are all gone! The same treatment was meted out to the Tenants on the

VI
But hark! what sound is that I hear; is it the rooster's crow?
'Tis time for to be leaving, from Erin we must go;
But when we get beyond the seas, with general John O'Neill,
We'll come back and fight for Fatherland, and poor old Granuaile.

II
With ecstasy I went my way down by a limpid stream,
Where bowers o'erhung the rivulet - most captivating scene!
The pheasant song was borne along the partial evening gale,
That faintly wafted to mine ear - the name of Granuaile.III
With fawn-like steps I shyly crept beneath the verdant shade.
Some persons there were speaking, when a female rose and said,
"Your conduct bold I do behold; your courage did not fail,
My gallant sons with pikes and guns, for I'm poor Granuaile!"IV
'Midst the surges of the battle-blaze on that eventful day,
Through fire and smoke the Celtic stroke made Scully's corps give way.
Murrough and the bailiff fell victims to the hail
That bursted from the rifles of the sons of Granuaile.V
My progeny is true to me, except a few of those,
Of reptiles' seed, or Cromwell's breed would aggravate my woes
But now I swear, and do declare, to yon I will reveal,
My gallant sons with Irish guns, for I'm poor Granuaile.

Our mills once started will employ our people young and old,
And keep at home a noble race, the breed of patriots bold.VII
God may bless the noble men that fought to set us free,
And guard them in their path of love for land and liberty.
With courage bold they took their stand; the Saxon rank they broke
To gain the freedom of our land without a single stroke.VIII
Before I end the lines I've penned, I wish to make it clear -
If united yon together stand, you'll have Home Rule next year.
Your loyal M. P.'s are working hard to make old Erin free,
And once again her flag of green will float from sea to sea!

And wealthier grew poor Erin by her laws at College Green.III
But as a prosperous nation did not suit our Saxon foe.
By cruel and vindictive means they sought our overthrow.
With English gold at their command the Union passed away
Through well-known perjury and fraud by Pitt and Castlereagh.IV
When they had devised the means this Act to carry through,
By rackrent and persecution the poor Irish did subjue.
From famine-stricken Ireland her sons were forced to roam
To seek shelter on a foreign land far from their native home.V
But though there on a foreign land and fanned by freedom's breeze,
They look forward, ever onward, to their kindred o'er the seas.
They say, "Be gay and cheerful; thank God you've lived to see
Old Erin's sons and daughters prosperous and free!"VI
And when freedom's light will shine upon the hills of Granual
Peace and plenty will abound in valley, hill, and dale.

ground. Another kind of bread is potato cake. It is made with boiled potatoes. It was cut into eight pieces called jarls and cooked on a griddle. Boxty was also made.
When a cake was made a cross was cut on top of it to let out the steam. If this cross was not made the crust of the cake would burst in pieces. It was baked on a griddle. In Lent oaten meal was made into little balls. A pot, with some water in it was put on the fire and some meal put into it. When it came to a boil the little balls were put into it until they were cooked. Then they were eaten with a mug of the meal and water.3. "... The hand quern was made of two large round stones. One stone was left on top of the other. There was a hole in the topmost stone and the corn was put in there. The top stone was then turned by a

1. The kinds of bread made in this district area:
Oven bread, Oatenmeal bread, Griddle bread, Potato cake and Boxty. Oaten bread is made from oatenmeal, a pinch of salt, a pinch of breadsoda and water.
Boxty is made from boiled potatoes and raw potatoes peeled and broken and mixed with flour while they are still hot. There is an old saying:
Boxty on the griddle
Boxty on the pan
If you don't eat boxty
You will never be a man".2. "... The cakes of oaten meal were made with water and cut into two halves and either baked on a brand-iron or put standing against a sod of turf before the fire. Corn was grown locally and ground in the querns which were in every house at the time. First the corn was shelled in the quern and then it was

3. The landlord of this district was Samuel Johnston, he was a Protestant and was probably one of Cromwell's planters. He was a good landlord and treated his tenants very fairly. He was paid rent twice yearly. The rent was very high and if a person was unable to pay he was evicted and some other person was planted in his stead. When a man was evicted he emigrated to America. There were a few such evictions in this district. Each tenant had to give the tenth sheaf of the Protestant minister.4. "... This land was divided about [?] years ago James Johnston still holds about 600 acres.

cases the holdings were divided between sons at marriage. Previous to the Land Act of 1881 no tenant had any right to his land. No evictions were carried out on this estate. There is a poem that was made up by the tenants of some estates who had been treated badly.
"Of all the hateful robbers
By whom our land is cursed,
Since Cromwell came to plunder us,
The landlord is the worst".
If a tenant were evicted no tenant would take the land. Then the grabber would come and get soldiers' protection and take the land.3. The landlord of this district was Lord Clanbrock. His ancestors were also the landlords for the past two hundred years. They were considered good landlords. In the famine times one of them sold his horses and opened works to give employment to his tenants to keep them from starving. All through, the landlord was good until the tenants wanted to get the land divided. He did not want to better their conditions.

1. The local landlord was Captain O'Neill. He inherited from his uncle Major Segrave of Bandon, Co. Cork. He was a good landlord. He never evicted anybody. He was paid with money twice a year, once in May and once in November. A man named Stopford collected the rent. It was the landlord who divided the land into farms but it was not divided again between the members of a family. I do not know how long the landlord's family had been there. The people never refused to pay the rent.2. There were many landlords in this area. The first landlord was Lord Ffrench. After his death it passed to a man named Crook. It is supposed that a woman, Mrs. Rollinson got the rents after Crook. Ross Mahon was a rent collector for a while. After her the landlords went under the name of "Rowe and Bowne Unknown". No one knew who they were and it is supposed they never existed. Tithes were collected and they were reckoned as every tenth sheaf of corn. The tenant would have to go to Aughaim and pay it to the Protestant minister named Powe. In some

Our churn is a machine churn. It is left on a special stand and is twisted around by means of a handle. It is two feet high. It is twelve years old. The letters U. S. A. are printed on the bottom. We churn twice a week in Winter and three times in Summer. It takes an hour to churn in Winter and about half an hour in Summer. Before churning, the milk should be heated to 60 degrees. Break-water is added when the cream breaks. It is added again when the cream is nearly completed. The churning is continued until the grains are nearly as big as good sized shot. When the glass on the lid of the churn is clear we know the churning is done. The buttermilk is removed. Water is poured in until it comes away clear. The butter is salted and pressed by a scoop and shaped by patters. The buttermilk is used for making bread.

There are the ruins of an old chapel in a place called Cloonahollien. It is situated on the border of the parishes of Kilconnell, Cappatagle and New [?]. It was built roughly with stones in a wood, surrounded with bog. There is a story attached to it:
On Sunday when the people were going to Mass they were crossing the land of a man named Trend, he stopped them, so they had to go around another way and they were late for Mass. They told the priest next Sunday when the landlord was going to church in Ballymacward, he came opposite the place where the chapel stood. The horses that were pulling the landlord's carriage would not move. The landlord inquired what was the cause and the coachman said, it was because he had stopped the people from going to Mass. The landlord sent the under-coachman to the priest to tell him if he let him go he would not stop the people any more. The priest told him to go back and take the whip from the coachman and to drive the horses in the name of God.

to the agent's office to pay his rent and Mr Ó - an honest man (deeming others like himself) requested his neighbour to take his rent also as he was so very busy that day. Very obligingly he undertook the task, and when he reached the agent's office paid the rent of Mr Ó's - farm in his own name and thereby became possessor of it.
Old people of 75 or 80 years remember Mr Ó - very well, and him to be in possession of the lands and place. The ruins of his humble home are still to be seen there. He was of course forced to leave and the new owner took possession. Things went on & well for a time. His family grew up and settled on the lands. A beautiful residence was built by the son who owned the land. He married a girl - daughter of one of the most respectable families in the South of Ireland. There were no children - husband and wife quarreled - and the result no member of that family resides there. It is stated the wife was compelled to leave the place and before doing so she went to each corner of the house and cursed it.

Another tale I heard about malediction when I was a young lad is still vivid in my memory. It seems a poor widow in Abbeyfeale borrowed some money from a friend, and gave him a hold (mortgage) of the place. Later when she was in a position to redeem the mortgage, it wouldn't be accepted and she was turned out from her home. She went on her knees and cursed the place praying that the grass would be growing on the doorstep. This is scarcely fifty years since, and there is no heir to the property

Maledictions - There are several other tales similar to the last, about certain houses and farms in this district, which bring us back to the time of the "grabbers" as they were titled, and their descendants still bear the same nicknames of which these are instance.
There is a large farm here in the locality and it was once owned by a Mr. - . He died leaving a large young family of 11 orphans to the care of his poor widow. There was a neighbour of hers and he went to the middleman (the landlord's agent) and bribed him. When the rent became due the widow was duly notified, but the covetous neighbour and the agent had it squared. He had paid the rent and became owner of the farm. When the widow came to pay her rent she was told she was late and another man had paid it and was now the owner. Heartbroken she returned home to her poor orphans and in a few days she was evicted. It is said she cursed the place and its new resident and the people over that the malediction didn't fall on stones. It is now evident no member of the family will own it in the near future. They prospered there for a time and the second generation died childless and strangers will possess the place, and must.

A traveller to this district for the first time in twenty years happened to hear a sermon on the Passion in Abbeyfeale Church. The priest preached so hard that this man swore that the first Jew he would meet he'd have revenge on him. The

thinking she was dead and started to shake her. Judey was quite awake, but didn't want to speak. Judey put up her hands and started to shake them, grinning at the same time. This was the only sign she could make to Maney go away. Maney got frightened and ran into the kitchen shouting that Judey was dead, had the fallen sickness. Her mother and Maney rushed into the room, with a gallon of water and gave Judey the contents of it. After Judey receiving the dose of of water she nearly got hysterical. In their excitement they pulled out Judey and the scraw out of the bed and that was the end of Judey's dream.

A few years ago there was a girl named Judey O'Connor in this locality. She heard that if she put a green scraw under her pillow on Hollowe'en that she would dream of her future husband, but before going to sleep she could not talk, laugh or cry or the spell would be broken. There was a funny servant girl in the house named Maney Moloney and she happened to share in the same bedroom as Judey. Judey was planning before hand how to arrange to go to bed before Maney, because if they went to bed the same time Maney would make her laugh or speak before going to sleep.
At last Judey hit on a plan while turning potatoes at a pit. She came into her mother and said she had an inward pain. Her mother told her take a hot drink and go to bed. She was only too glad to act as her told her, and she tried to go to sleep as quickly as she could. She had the scraw under her pillow since early morning. She hadn't gone to rest long when the servant girl came into the kitchen and asked where was Judey. Judey's mother told her she was very sick and had gone to bed. She ran into the room to inquire how she was, and after speaking to her she got no reply. She then went to the bed.

firmly tied with the wax. Unable to extricate themselves, they tugged and tugged till they both lay on the ground quite fatigued and they were caught without any trouble, and made a delightful meal for the family.

Another story from the same author is as follows. Returning from Abbeyfeale one day he saw a hare sitting on the pathway before him (he had to cross through fields). Looking vainly for a piece of stick or stone to throw it at the creature, and the hare showing no signs of running away, he bethought himself, he was after purchasing some wax for mending boots and feeling in his pocket he brought forth the lump, took aim and struck the hare right in the forehead. He bounded off with the wax stuck firmly between his two eyes, and as he was passing a bush another leaped out and their two heads coming into collision became

a salmon and a hawthorn growing from its back - I tried to catch the quick but he made good his escape.
His companion, listened attentively knowing well the author of the story, and when he had finished, remarked quietly, not a bad lie, and started off well, I'll tell you what happened to myself out in Australia. I was one day beside my tent in the bush and a flock of birds came and perched on a tree beside me. There was scarcely a bramble without a bird. Like your story I had used up all my shot and awaiting a fresh supply from the nearest town. I too hit upon a plan. I knew I had some cut-tacks in the tent. I went in loaded the gun came out, and let bang, and what happened? Not one bird escaped they were all nailed to the tree.
"Birds of a feather flock together".

The Late John M. Collins of the locality was a very jocose character and an adept of spinning yarns of which the following is a specimen. Meeting with a companion one day he began to relate a novel experience of his. Chum, John! the strangest thing I ever witnessed, happened today. About April of last year he starts off I saw a beautiful salmon lying on the verge of the water down below in the river, and I had my gun, but unfortunately I hadn't a cartridge having shot the last one a while previous, so I retraced my steps homewards in the hope that I may still have some one left. A sudden and rather unexpected shower compelled me to take shelter under a haw-thorn, and what should I see on the ground but some haws that had lain there since the previous fall. I hit on a plan. I placed some of the haws in the muzzle of the gun with some powder and returned to the river to find my (pawnuc) of a fish in the same position. I took aim and fired, and the salmon leaped into the air and away down the stream it sped. I knew I hit him he says and what do you think I saw this morning? Why, I was standing on the bank of the river and I saw the little hawthorn quick moving on the surface of the water and up-stream it came. I was indeed surprised especially as it moved against the current. It hovered around the verge of the pool and came just beside the bank where I was standing. Upon examination what should I find do you think; but Páinteach (a big chubby one)

having set the table, went out to call the workmen to the dinner), and without more delay my brave Dan seized two of the plates and a half-cake of bread (sufficient for any two) and bade a hasty retreat down the avenue to his pal, who was patiently awaiting results of Dan's trip.
On Dan's arrival at the gateway his chum inquired if he had obtained the work? Arrah, no, Mick was the reply but the decentest woman I ever met is up there, may God bless and spare her. Shure, when, I towld her my story, and the good woman she is, towld me they wanted no new hands, but in pity gave me this little bit of food for both of us. She's a decent crathur Mick. [?], 'tis thrue for ye Dan, was Mick's rejoiner, and the two seating themselves beneath the hedge plied to work very willingly.
When the food was banished my brave Dan says very meekly, now Mick, you take these plates back to the good woman and thank her for her kindness, and we'll be on the road again, as we're fit for it now. Mick, little doubting Dan's sincerity, took the plates and making for the house, was brimful of gratitude, and boldly entered. He started off with a litany of prayers and praise but had not proceeded far when he was seized and kicked, and kicked till every bone in his body was sore. At last he escaped and bidding as hasty a retreat as possible to seek vengeance on his companion, but no trace of Dan O'Keefe was to be found, and I can't say if they met ever afterwards.

Daniel OKeefe, a local wag, was usually on the bum, and one day on his sojourns in Co Limerick, meeting with another chum, decided they'd look for work, as the last resource. They walked along together, chatting on their exploits till at length they arrived at a farmer's gateway. A little shaded avenue led to the house. Dan decided to enter the avenue and search for work for the remainder of the day on trial. Moving onwards he entered the kitchen, and to his agreeable surprise saw the table in the middle of the floor, with the men's dinners whereon. The home-cured bacon and white cabbage sent forth a delicious flavour, and the fine floury potatoes, peeling off their jackets, seemed very appetising to poor Dan, who hadn't a square meal for many a day.
There being nobody around (the good woman of the house

her seas,
And now I'll beat you out of it and that without delay.In comes Fr. Griffen with his rosary beads by his side,
Accompanied by Kevin Barry they were all the world's pride.
Mc Curtain and Mac Sweeney, Fitzgerald and all,
That died for their country and for their country's cause.Now may the king of the Heavens
His angels and all
Shine down upon us and on our noble boys
For they were full of energy and they were full of spree
And they were full of humility and disability.
You could travel the world over and you could not find another breed
Like those we have got in Ireland,
For they are the proper seed.
Come all ye lads of learning, and rambling boys beware,

her seas,
And now I'll beat you out of it and that without delay.In comes Fr. Griffen with his rosary beads by his side,
Accompanied by Kevin Barry they were all the world's pride.
Mc Curtain and Mac Sweeney, Fitzgerald and all,
That died for their country and for their country's cause.Now may the king of the Heavens
His angels and all
Shine down upon us and on our noble boys
For they were full of energy and they were full of spree
And they were full of humility and disability.
You could travel the world over and you could not find another breed
Like those we have got in Ireland,
For they are the proper seed.

When I was in Ulster I saw such a fun,
I saw Edward Carson playing his drum,
The tune was the orange Hannson and in comes Dolly Brae,
It was the twelfth of July it was just the orange day.In comes Lord London Derry with such a click
Saying we are the lads from Ulster that often did the trick,
That is to beat the Catholics and then let them see,
We are the lads from Ulster choose where we must be.In comes Michael Collins with such a rage,
Saying ye are a disgrace to Ireland and to the human race
And ye are not the lads from Ulster
That the world may see,
Ye came from Muccy-shootons and came here from Germany.Then comes St Patrick with a prayer-book in his hand,
What brought those hypocrites into my holy land.
I have consecrated Ireland from her centre to

However he had not gone far when he saw something on the side of the road. He was very much afraid then and was just going to pass out when the thing stood up and would not let him pass out. He asked the man to carry him on his back to his house that he was not able to walk. The man said he would not but when he said he would kill him the man had to obey. So he took him on his back. When they came to the first house he could not get into it because there was a lake outside it. They tried to cross it two or three times but the lake used to rise and get bigger so they had to pass by it and go to the next house. When they got to the next house there was a wood before it and they could not get within two miles of it. They went to get into the house but the wild animals came after them and they had to run for their lives. When they got to the third house the man and his wife were fighting and the man on his back said that

Long ago when people were getting married the people of the house would be making the match for a fortnight or three weeks before it would be finished. Anyone that would be getting married during Lent would have to go to the Dean in Swinford for a dispensation. The girl that would be getting married would have to get a cow, a tick of feathers, a quilt and a blanket.
When the bridle party would be going to the chapel they would go on a side-car and the nearest relatives would go on horseback. The wedding would be held in the girl's house and the first man that would arrive at the girl's house would get a pint of whiskey.
The girl would stay in her parents' house for a week and then she would go to her husband's house. All her nearest relatives would accompany her on her way home and this would be called the "dragging home". When she would be coming near the door her mother in law would have an oatmeal cake and she would break it on her head for good luck.

Leafin. About four miles from the town of Buncrana.
There was a great warrior lived in our district in olden times and there was another warrior lived in Meenagory Buncrana. It is in the town land of Meenagory. These warriors fought in armies. They fought a big battle in Meenagory Buncrana. When the battle was finished the two warriors fought themselves and the one in Meenagory beat the other one.
There was a jiant in Gortyarrigan and this jiant threw a stone from Gortyarrigan to Fanad. This jiant was in Fanad one time and he went to see the place where he threw the rock from Gortyarrigan and he threw another rock to Slaggan. This rock is a standing rock now in Claggan.He lived in Gortyarrigan.

There is a fairy fort in Drumanoir, Buncrana and this fort is a round ring of stones. This round ring of stones is built up four or five feet high. This fort is in the middle of a field. This field was never worked. It is just ruff land. It is about three miles from Buncrana.
There is a hole in the middle of the fairy fort in Drumanoir, Buncrana. There was a man went down into this fairy fort and when he came up again he said that he saw a lot of fairies in the fairy fort. A week after he came up he died. The fairies was supposed to build it.
There was a fairy cow seen round the fairy fort in Drumanoir. A man seen this cow when he was [?] for his own cows at night in the field where the fairy fort was. He brought the fairy cow into his byre along with his own cows and when he came to the morning he put out the

of the fort. The next day when he was out to the field the fort was built up the same as it was before he tumbled it.
There is another fairy fort in Leafin. It is in the town land Leafin Buncrana. This fort is in the middle of a hill. It is near to the fairy fort in Gortyarrigan. There is a hole in the center of this fort. No body ever went down this hole. There was a fairy horse seen out side of this fort one time and he ran down the hole in the fort and he was never seen again.

There is a fairy fort in Gortyarrigan Buncrana. This fort is in the middle of a field. It is about four miles from the town of Buncrana to the north. It is in the town land of Gortyarrigan. This fort is a circle of stones built up about five or six feet high.
There is a hole in the fairy fort in Gortyarrigan Buncrana. A man went down this hole one time and he saw a whole lot of fairies sitting in it. This hole is about twenty feet deep. The fairies were supposed to build this fort themselves.
There was a fairy dog seen beside the fairy fort in Gortyarrigan. This dog was supposed to be hunting the fort. One day the owner of the field left his cows in the same field that the fort was in and he saw the dog. He went down to him to take him home and the dog went with him. The next day when the man was leaving his cows in the field the dog came with him to the field the dog ran down the hole in the fort and he was never seen any more.
One time when the owner of the field in Gortyarrigan where the fairy fort is went out to plough the field he thought that the fairy fort was in his way and he tumbled the building that was around the fort. He threw the stones down the hole in the middle

I think there's a story told about a crock of gold hidden in a hill not far from my home. The hill belongs to a man called James Cook. The owner tells himself that a man dreamed three times about it in a foreign land. It is strange to say this man never was in Ireland he never saw the place even but he was connected with the people who was supposed to bury this gold.

Here was a crock of gold supposed to be hidden in a field in Sledrin. The field is called Gaspal Wet. It would be less than a mile from Sleadrin School. In olden times the people that owned this field often dug it to try to find the treasure out without success. It was a spray woman that first told them about the gold.

The only fort that I can relate about is called bawn in the parish of Currow and about two miles from Castleisland, Co Kerry. This to be seen at the present day surrounded by trees with a very deep hole in the centre, but as for any underground passages leading to same I'm not aware. People of the present generation do not like to enter those forts, as tis said if you do so you are found to meet with some misfortune. So the farmers in whose land they are, never care to knock them or to plough near them as tradition tells us if they did they were afterwards haunted by the fairies.
There is a story told of a farmer who set potatoes near a fort and he dug the potatoes which grew there and he picked them. The next day he was surprised to see a dozen women with aprons picking potatoes where he had dug out the previous day. He did not know any of them and he came to the conclusion that they were the fairies or good people as they used to call them, and he ever after regretted having anything to do with the fort. At the time of the Danish invasion the Danes were supposed to have built a lot of those forts which were afterwards their hiding places. It was said