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2019-11-09 15:41
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My father is not a farmer. Michael O'Regan is the farmer next to us
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2019-11-09 15:38
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forges are situated near cross-roads. Three of them are situated near rivers. On two of those forges there are slate roofs and the remaining two are roofed with tiles and zinc. The doors of those forges are not of any special shape.
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2019-11-09 15:32
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There are four forges in my parish. One is at the Sweep owned by Jack Power. There is another at the Creamery in which Mattie Mansfield is working. There are also two more, one at Ross owned by John Keane and the other in Kilmeaden owned by Michael Kearney. All those smiths in my parish are smiths because their people had been smiths before them. All those
senior member (history)
2019-11-09 15:28
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tongs, pincers, shovel, rasp and the sledge. The bellows were not made locally. The bellows is made of leather and timber and there is an iron pipe from the mouth of the bellows to the fireplace. There is a long handle on the bellows to blow it. The smith shoes a lot of horses, asses and jennets. He does not make any farm implements nowadays but he made them long ago because the farmers had no ploughs.
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2019-11-09 15:24
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There are four smiths in this parish. Their names are Matthew Mansfield, John Power, Michael Carney and John Keane. Lots of their people have been smiths for many years before. There are three of the forges situated on the side of the main road. The other is situated near Kilmeaden Station. The roofs on some of them are slated and the roofs on the others are tiled. The doors are of ordinary shape but wider. There is one fireplace in each. The implements the smiths use are the anvil. vice, hammer, punch, chisel,
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2019-11-09 15:18
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married. The games the children play locally are Bat the Rat, Ring a Ring a Rosy, Eeney, Meeney, Miney, Mo and Tig. Children amuse themselves around the fire in Winter telling stories and asking riddles. Girls play games different from boys games. The girls play Camogie and the boys play Hurling.
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2019-11-04 15:53
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The games I usually play are Hide and Seek, Tug O'War, Hurling, Football, Blind Man's Buff and Bibes in the Well. I also amuse myself at special times in the year playing certain kinds of games such as nut-cracking in the Autumn, especially on All Hallows Eve night. One of the games they play on that night is they put two nuts in the fire, one of each for two people and whichever person's nut flies out first is the first person to die and if the two nuts fly out together the two people will be married before next Hallows Eve night.
They also put three plates on a table. They put a ring in one, water in the next, and clay in the last. They will blindfold a person and let him touch whichever plate he likes. If he touches the water he is soon to cross the sea and if he touches the clay he is soon to die, if he touches the ring he is soon to be
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2019-10-30 22:14
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tell of is the baking on griddles which were used by some people until lately.
This was a big round piece of metal and when used for baking it was left on a stand which was called a brand.
When baking bread on a griddle a very low fire is require to bake the bread properly.
Some people do not realise how hard it was to bake and make bread long ago.
Nowadays we have quicker and better methods for baking bread than people had long ago.
senior member (history)
2019-10-30 22:11
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Long ago people had very difficult means of baking bread compared to nowadays. The oldest method of baking we hear tell of nowadays is baking on a slate. This was done by getting two slates and a block of timber which was called a stand by most people. One slate was left lying flat on the ground and the other was put on an incline, or slant, with the block of timber at the back to keep it from falling.
They usually left the slate by the fire while they were making the bread so that it would be heated before they put the cake on it.
Then the cake which was usually an oaten one was left on the slate to bake.
When making oaten bread they generally used water in the mixture.
This bread was always flat, hard and tough and did not slip off the slate when put on it.
The next method of baking we hear
senior member (history)
2019-10-30 21:51
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Oftentimes during the Winter this river gets flooded and long ago when there was a flood people could not cross it even by means of the ford. Long ago there was a terrible flood in the river and a girl who was crossing it in an ass and cart was carried about two hundred yards down the river. Then the cart got tangled in a sally tree growing on the bank and the girl managed to get out of the cart and got the help of some men to pull the ass and cart out.
Many people long ago lost their lives while crossing over flooded fords in Winter-time before bridges were built over rivers.
senior member (history)
2019-10-28 20:19
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make lots of tweeds which were supposed to be the best in the world. They used also make blankets, quilts, shawls and woollen thread.
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2019-10-28 20:18
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to Waterford where it used to be sold. There was also in Blackrock a lime-kiln where the people used to get the lime for their farms. It is not known where they used to get the limestone. There was also in Whelan's Bridge a paper factory where the best paper was made. It was owned by a man named Phair. This paper was of very good quality. Boatloads of the paper used to be sent to Waterford where it was used in the printing of books. This paper was also exported to other countries.
There was also in Whelan's Bridge four lime kilns where much lime was burned. The limestone came up the river in boats. It was drawn from the boats to the kilns in carts. There was also a flour mill in which all the wheat was ground. When the wheat was ground it was sent down the river in boats and then it was brought away and sold. There was also in Fairbrook a woollen mill owned by Stephensons. They used to
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2019-10-28 20:07
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Long ago when meal was scarce the people used to have to grind the oats with water mills. Now there is in Blackrock the ruins of one of these old mills which is to be seen at the present day and there is to be seen also, the mill wheel. It is about one hundred years since that mill was working. When this mill was working lots of the farmers used to get jobs drawing the meal
senior member (history)
2019-10-24 14:24
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2019-10-24 14:24
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The forge water can cure chilblains. There was a smith in Knockaderry named John Mackey who could stop blood and cure toothaches. He lived about thirty years ago. Some people used to send the smith loads of corn long ago but they don't nowadays. Thomas Mansfield was able to banish rats and mice by saying some words. He lived about twenty-two years ago. The smiths were always looked upon as very strong men. Long ago forges were centres for story-telling. The forges have not figured on any historical or national event in this
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2019-10-24 14:18
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There are many people in my district who could tell you all about weather. The people say that when a storm is coming, the goats will run home. Here is another saying about goats - that they can see the wind. Other people say that the curlews bawl before it is going to rain. my father told me that when a cat turns his back to the fire it is another sign of rain. To see a lot of stars in the sky is a sign of frost. my grandmother told me that when the swallows are flying low it is a sure sign of rain and when the mountains appear near it is a sure sign of rain.
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2019-10-24 14:14
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boats went back laden with flour. This factory was also closed down on account of all the foreign flour landed on our shores. There were eight lime kilns at Whelan's Bridge and these supplied the parish with lime. There were great basket-makers in this parish long ago. They made the baskets from sallies and sometimes from rushes and they got these sallies and rushes on the banks of the Suir.
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2019-10-24 14:10
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Long ago there was a woolen industry in Friarbrook and it was owned by the Stephensons. There was great work in this factory long ago but owing to the importation of foreign cloth it had to be closed down. They made tweeds and serges and they made blankets, shawls and woolen thread and linen sheets. They got the wool from the local sheep and a little foreign wool had to be imported. They got the flax for the linen from the North of Ireland.
There was also a great flour mill in Pouldrew. This mill gave a large amount of employment to men who lived in this locality. There was a canal running up from the Suir to the factory. Small boats used to come up this canal laden with wheat and these
senior member (history)
2019-10-23 22:29
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Meanwhile all the boys have been at work spreading the grass.
And so they worked until nightfall.
The next morning the men were accompanied by the women and girls who raked up the scattered grass and formed long lines of raked hay. On the next day the hay was made into cocks and afterwards it was carted home to the barn.
The farmer was then very happy and felt thankful to the Good lord who gave him suitable weather to save his crop.
senior member (history)
2019-10-23 22:23
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Making hay while the sun shines
Long ago much labour was attached to the making of hay. Hands were blistered, back and shoulders ached with pain and weariness and there was no attraction in the old style.
On the morning of the mowing of the hay everyone in the farmhouse was up early and very busy preparing for the day. There was no such thing as a mowing machine at that time but old-fashioned scythes and plenty of labour.
As all success depended on the weather the first thing the first thing the farmer did was to look heavenwards and try to form an opinion of what the weather would be for the day.
He had no wireless at that time to provide him with the weather forecast.
After breakfast the man armed themselves with scythes and rakes and repaired to the hay-field. Then the work began, Round and round the field they went with a steady swing of the scythe , the grass plot grew less and less every time.
senior member (history)
2019-10-23 10:55
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A diúchán can be made out of a straw. A bit of straw is got and cut at two joints. One joint is cut off and at the other cut is made below the head to form a tongue. Also a strip of skin is sometimes slipped into the barrel and held on the outside by the fingers when blowing it. Three holes are put below the tongue to play it.
senior member (history)
2019-10-23 10:51
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Once upon a time the people of Poulaphouca were very kind. One day an old man came to a certain house there and asked for a drink of milk. The woman of the house brought him in and gave him a fine meal.
Then as they were talking together the woman said she was tormented with rats. She said that when she gave food to the fowl or to the pigs all the rats used to eat it. The man said that as a reward for her kindness he would get rid of the rats. He went out of the house and took a tin-whistle from his pocket. He played a very nice tune. All the rats that were in the place followed him down a long lane and both the man and the rats disappeared. The woman never had any trouble with rats after that.
senior member (history)
2019-10-23 10:44
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He thought at first that it was his son's mare but then he came to the conclusion that it was the Garanoogah's white horse.
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2019-10-23 10:44
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The barrow of Tramore is said to be the residence of an enchanted gentleman called The Garanoogah. Generally before a storm he rides out across the strand on a white horse. There is a small island where a coastguard used to live long ago near the barrow.
My great-grandfather had a grey mare that used to graze on this island. One evening he went to fetch home the mare. He did not bring a bridle or anything as he knew she was old and quiet. He got on her back and away she went as fast as the wind across the strand and around the barrow and brought him back to the same spot again and then disappeared.
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2019-10-23 10:34
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Gleann a' crow - ordinary field owned by Miss Ellen Corcoran.
Móinán Fada - hilly, wet , level field , same owner.
Bán an Leasa - lios field, same owner.
Páirc Iolán - near the island, same bearna buí, wet, yellow clay field, same garraí bogadh, a bog, same owner.
Bán na Clocha - stony field, Mrs. Dunphy.
Sean a Baile - a wet field, owner Mr. John Cosgrave.
Ban an Easpuig - owner Mrs. Dunphy.
Clocha Dubha - field with black stones, same owner
Cloch Mór - field with a big stone in the centre, same owner.
Bownsa - a lios near the Back Strand, owner Mr. Patk Ryan
Poll a' Ghé - a small hollow field, same owner
Ban Chaoire - field, owner Mr. E. H. Power
Ceathrúna Garbh - district comprising E. Kilmaclarge and part of Ballinamintra and Carballymore, poor land.
Bán Ghabha - a field owned by a smith's family, owner Mr. Pierce Murphy.
Bán a' Trá - near strand, owner Mr. Patk Ryan.
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2019-10-23 10:22
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Copper Alley - a field on Mr. Wm Pierce's farm, Keilogue
Ceathramha Gharbh - a very poor belt of land in Kilmacleague East.
The Rangrue (old persons - a' ranng rua) - a portion of Ballymacaw but now given mainly to the road running through it.
Cúl Draighne - a boggy piece of ground covered with bunches of blackthorn bushes.
Port a - moris - Bass Point in Rhinashark Channel.
A' Rosc - the channel from Bass Point to Oyster Hole.
Bannc a' Rua - the sandback on the Back Strand to the north of Oyster Hole and which is rarely covered at high water.
A Cúl - the little strand at Oyster Hole and to the north of the Great Burrow. This was a mooring place when boats were kept here long ago.
senior member (history)
2019-10-22 18:46
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One of the severe storms of long ago was a snowstorm in the year 1891.
Many lives were lost in this snowstorm and one of the lives was James Power of Ballyduff.
This man was coming back from Tramore on a bread van after selling bread for Kirby's Bakery in Ballyduff.
As he was coming along the road the snow began to get heavier and deeper and the wheels of the van got blocked and he could not travel in it. He had to take the horse from under the van and leave it in the ditch and then ride the horse home.
He had not gone far when he got stiff on the horse and fell off him and got smothered in the snow.
The horse kept going until he was home and he got home late that
senior member (history)
2019-10-22 18:40
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There lives in Curraheen at present a very good thatcher named Patsy Ned Quinlan. He goes around from place to place thatching houses. He charges about six shillings to people that he knows and seven shillings to people that he doesn't know. He thatches houses during dry weather.
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2019-10-22 18:38
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Barry living in Rathgormack, Carrick-on-Suir at present. He thatches all the houses in the parish of Rathgormack. When he is thatching a house he lives with the people of the house while he is working there.
senior member (history)
2019-10-22 18:36
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There is a thatcher named Tom
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2019-10-22 18:36
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Co. Waterford. It was considered an honour to thatch this as it was the best kept cottage in the south of Ireland. 'The Cottage' belonged to Dick O'Donnell, Solicitor, Ballinderry and is at present owned by Dr. Murphy, Carrrick-on-Suir.
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2019-10-22 18:33
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A Thatcher.
There is a good thatcher living in Clondonnell in the parish of Rathgormack, Co. Waterford at present. His name is John Hennebry. He is the only good thatcher in this parish as all the others are dead. He is about sixty-seven years old. He does not thatch any houses now only his own as he is too old.
Told by-Mrs. Power,
Kilbrack,
Rathgormack,
Co.Waterford.
senior member (history)
2019-10-22 18:33
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about fourteen years ago.Nicholas Stack, the postman of Rathgormack asked it for his sister, Mrs Ryan of Killrosanty, Co.Waterford and she is still working it.
Told by-Mrs. Phelan,
Carrowleigh,
Rathgormack,
Co. Waterford.
senior member (history)
2019-10-22 18:33
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My great-grandmother Mrs. Phelan lived in Carrowleigh, Co. Waterford about sixty-six years ago. She had her own spinning-wheel with which she spun thread from wool of her own sheep. When she had the wool carded she knitted socks and stockings for the household, both men and women. There were no silk stockings at that time. She was a very industrious woman. She was out of bed at four o'clock every morning until she got very old. She lived to be over eighty years. The spinning-wheel was in our house until
senior member (history)
2019-10-22 18:28
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skins of sheep and hemp, which she bought in town. She melted the tallow in a pot, mixed the mole with it to make the candle thick, and poured the mixture into a shallow dish. She then got four pieces of hemp and dipped them in the tallow three times. She then rolled the candle and made it straight by placing it between two laths. She left it aside for the night to dry. She made about two candles at a time and each candle lasted about four nights.
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2019-10-22 17:13
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Bua na Focal
Luíghmíd leis na trí h-aingleora
Is sia agus is sine i gcathaoir na glóire
Taire Micíl agus ghlach mo lámh. Déan mo shuíochán le Mac Dé agus má tá an-sprid ar mo thig, creidimh Íosa Chríost idir mé agus é.
Trom-Luí
Áine, Máthair Muire, Muire Máthair Críost, Lís máthair Eoin Baiste, Triúr de mhná uaisle cailce, creidim rún gach oíche sa seachtain; cóiriú no leapthan an crois gur céasadh Críost cuir idir mé is an tromluí nó gach droch-ní eile go bhfuil ar mo shuí. In ainm an Athair adus an Mhis agus an Sprid Naomh. Amen.
Go mbeannaithe Dia dhuit an crios gur chéasadh Críost. Go mbeannaithe Dia dhuit a chlann dílis na dhiliúr glais. Cuir coimpín m'anam ort. Íosa Críost go milleadh arís ar a gcrios, Íosa Críost gur síneadh a ghéaga ar an gcrios. Ag colann Críost ina céadta mílte duit agus luíghmíd síos fé dhein do scéithe anochr agus toradh an chrainn go bhfuighim gur chéasadh thú.
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2019-10-22 16:56
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agus do ghann air dtaobh iad a fhágaint an toighean ag an madra an oíche aréir. Luí sé is léim sé is béic sé. Dúirt duine acu leis éisteacht agus gan Tadhg a dhúiseacht go raibh sé 'na codladh.
Labhair Tadhg agus dúirt :
'Ní 'na codladh tá Tadhg a bhí leidhb ar shean-shop tuighe fé mhairg gan meidhir agus é ag creim 'ge danaithe tuighe ach ní fheadar go deimhin cad a d'éirigh do chaith a bhith tighe agus briseadh an t-oighean tá dheinn ag an madra buí".
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2019-10-22 16:08
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Ar fud a tigh bhí madra buí acu agus chun frainncig do chur as a slí do bhí péire cat. Bhí sean oighean acu mar a bhí ann le linn ár seana-mhuinntir. An méid ná rabhadar ábalta a d'ithe nó a ól le gruth-nuais cuireadar isteach ann oighean é agus cuireadar isteach i gcluaiseadh a bhí sa chistin in aice an doras go raibh doras mór leis. Cuireadar Tadhg ag codladh sa settle. Caitheadar sop de sórt tuighe a bhí dubh buí greanamhach leath-bhriste dubh-ghearra tuitim as a chéile agus seana-cheirte a bhí lán de phuill gur deineadh roinnt fíadóireacht timpeall dhá chéad blian ó shoin. Bhí fear a tí go hana-minic ag fáil pian i mbun órdóige. Bhí bean a tigh ar an n-ioma céadna. Fad a bheadh an pian i mbun an órdóige ní raibh an chuid eile den a colann ábalta ar corraí in aon chor mar bhí a gcroí agus a mianach comh mí-ámharach is go gcuirfeadh sé a gcroí mar alla as linn.
Nuair fuair Tadhg imithe a codladh iad thóg sé amach an t-oighean agus d'ith agus d'ól sé a dhóthain de gach a raibh ann.
Bhris sé an t-oighean nuair a bhí réidh leis 'ge doras a cluaiséid. Thug sé leis an gadhair ansin agus chuir sí ag ól a bhí dóirtithe.
Ar maidin nuair d'éirigh an chéad duine acu do dubh
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2019-10-22 15:45
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Thugadar do bheith istigh do thadhg. Bhí de turas an bó nua-bheirithe dó bheith acu, sé an sórt súpéir ná gruth-nuais agus prátaí gan anlann.
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2019-10-22 15:36
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Tá an croiceann is a luach uait.
Creideann na súile iad féin ach creideann na cluasa duine eile.
Ná feic a bhfeicir ná clois a cloisir 's má curitear deis ort ná h-abair focal.
Bíonn caora dubh ar an dircád is fearr.
Ní ceart bheith ag cúl-éisteacht.
Is giorra cabhar Dé ná an doras.
Mhian mhic a súil.
"Chonaic mé cheana tú" mar adúirt an cat leis an mbainne mbeirigh.
Mhair a chapaill agus geobhair féir.
Tosach sláinte codladh deire sláinte osna.
Is geall le sos malairt oibre.
Is maith leis an cat iasc agus ach ní maith leis a chosa a fliuchadh.
Cad dúirt an phúca sa tor? Beagán dá chúram ort.
Is maith liom té ach ní maith dom é.
Tuigeann Tadhg Taidhgín ach ní tuigeann Tadhgín dada.
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2019-10-22 15:19
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Is mó croiceann a cuireann an óige dhi.
Is fusa tuitim ná éirí.
Is iad na muca cuine a itheann an troisc.
Cá raibh tú aimsir na gcluas?
Muna bhfuil agat ach gabhar bí i lár an aonaigh leis.
Níl aon dul ón mbás.
Ná déan nós agus ná bris nós.
Marbh le tach agus marbh gan é.
Ná tréig do chara ar do cuid.
Ag caitheamh úl san úl gort.
Luí leis an uan agus éirigh leis an éin.
Aithníonn ciaróg ciaróg eile.
Gheibhinn pingin pingin eile.
Am nó taoide ní fhanfaidh le h-éinne.
Is fada an bóthar nach bhfuil casadh ann.
Is maith an scéalaí an aimsir.
Is maith súgh bó beo nó marbh.
Is maith an t-oibrí an fonn.
Is fuairis an neamh leithscéal d'fháil.
Is olc an chú nach fiú feadh a ligint uirthi.
An deabhadh cun bia agus leisce cun na scoilc.
Is fearr drac-scéal ná droch-scéal.
"Go n-éirí leat go geal" mar adúirt an Sweep lena mhac.
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2019-10-22 14:53
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ar naomh an domhain agus ar m'aingil coinnleachta ar mo láimh dheis.
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2019-10-22 14:52
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Ó Thiarna Íosa nár tagaidh tú gairid ar ár n-anam ar feadh na h-oíche seo. Ná lag dúinn bás d'fháil ar staid an pheacaidh mairbh. Ó a Íosa dein trócaire orainn.
Ó a Mhuire Mháthair ionnatsa atá mo dócas agus cuirim coimrighe m'anam ort ar feadh am lae seo. Trócaire orainn a Mhuire Mháthair guí bímse ag Íosa agus Íosa agamsa. Ar éirí ar maidin dom screadaim a's glaodhaim ort.
A h-Aon Mhic beannaithe do cheannaig go daor sinn. Cuirim coimirce m'anama fé bhreaghaid do sgéithe mé do thabhairt saor ón bpeaca i gcaitheamh an lár seo.
Cuirimíd ár gcúram ar gcúmadh agus ár coiméad ar an dTrionóid ró-naomhtha; ar Íosa milis agus ar an Mhaihdin ghlórmhar; ar na trí h-aingil is mó agus is fearr i gcathair na Trionóide; ar cúirt aingil na bhFlaithis agus
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2019-10-19 21:55
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down they took it out and they had their candles.
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2019-10-19 21:54
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His name was John McGrath. There was another great basket-maker in Ballyduff. His name was O'Neill. He used to make baskets with the thick rushes and then he used to go around and sell them to the people. He used also go into town to sell them , There was a mill in Fairbrook and they used to make a lot of cloth there. There was a woman there and she used to make a lot of linen. Her name was Miss Power. There was a man in the parish of Ballyduff who used to make a lot of spades and shovels. His name was Patrick Murphy. He used to make them and sell them to the people and he also sold them in the town.
All the people around here used to make their own candles. This is how they used to do it. They used to get a barrel and put a lot of fat into it. When the fat was melted they would pour it into a bottle. The wick was in the bottle. When the fat cooled
senior member (history)
2019-10-19 21:46
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There was a man in Ballyduff parish who used to make a lot of baskets with rushes. When he had them made he used to sell them to the people. Sometimes he would go into town to sell them.
senior member (history)
2019-10-19 21:43
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came to dig them they were all rotten and were no good to anyone. The people tried to eat nettles and grass and a lot of them died in the ditches. All the graveyards were filled with the dead people. At the same time there were ships of wheat going from Ireland to England. At every crossroads there were Protestants with big boilers of soup and bread. If the people would turn Protestant they would get the soup and bread but none of them turned.
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In the year 1847 the main food of the people was potatoes and salt. In the year 1845 the blight came on the potatoes. The blight came like a thick fog. At last they began to rot. When the time
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women used to come and gather it up and so they used to have a little more meal. There was also in Kilmeaden, a house where all the families of Kilmeaden used to go and each family got one quart of yellow meal. In the time of the Famine there was, in Ballyduff, a few trees where the people used to hold wakes in the fields. They used to do this for they could not wake them in houses because there were too many people to be waked. This was on account of so many dying of hunger.
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In the year 1847 when the Famine was in Ireland, the people were starving with the hunger. There were loads of yellow meal being shipped from England to Cork. The people were so hungry that when the loads of yellow meal were going along the Ballyduff road the people used to cut the bags and let the meal fall out along the road and the
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2019-10-18 16:33
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The local landlords were the Caseys of Kilbeg, the Powers of Benvoy and the Currans of Dunabrattin. They were very bad landlords, except the Currans of Dunabrattin. The Caseys often evicted people for not being able to pay increased rent. If anyone came to a landlord and offered to pay him higher rent than someone else he would accept the offer and throw that person out next morning even if there were two feet of snow on the ground.
The landlords had great control over the people at first but soon the people got sense and killed a great many of them. The Powers of Benvoy were very bad landlords. Once there was a poor old man drawing seaweed from Annestown to use as manure for a few drills of potatoes. Power was displeased with him for doing this, for he had not asked his permission to do so. He made up his mind to prevent the poor farmer from drawing the seaweed. He went up one day to the poor man's house taking with him a shotgun. When he went in the front door the man ran out the back door because he knew what was going to happen when he saw the gun in Power's hand. Power ran after him and shot him dead.
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and that caused evictions at the end of the year. Mr. Kelly was the landlord of Georgestown fifty years ago. In one year he evicted three families, namely my father, the Halleys and the Rockets for one half-years rent. They had to get shelter from their friends. In those years Mrs. Kelly was looked upon as the worst landlord in this district. The English Government bought the land from the landlords and divided it among the people so there are now no evictions.
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Our local landlord was Colonel Poer O'Shea of Gardenmorris. The people liked him very much. He had only one eviction and that eviction took place in this village last year for non-payment of rent for a number of years. Long ago the landlords were very cruel. It was very hard to get land. Some people had only one years lease. The people that had only a yearly lease were the first to be evicted. Before the year would be out rich farmers would go to the landlords and offer them a few pounds more than those in possession
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thirst as a punishment for refusing to let the poor people get water.
The people believed that all bad landlords died a violent death.
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Colonel O'Shea and Mrs. Chaudlicot were our local landlords. The O'Sheas have been here for over two hundred years. They are very much liked in the district. Since they came to Gardenmoris the O'Sheas have been great favourites.
The Corcorans and the Halleys were evicted from Georgestown by a landlord named Kelly. Their rents were raised and as times were bad they were unable to pay them and they got no chance to do so. The Corcorans went down to Jordans. My grand-uncle and mother and father and all the family were evicted fro this home in Kilsteague. They owed no rent but some people bribed the landlord to evict them in order to get their lands.
The landlords had great control over the people. The people were afraid to utter a word against them for fear of being evicted.
Barron was the landlord who evicted my grand-uncle. He evicted some poor family, a widow and her children. The widow saw the landlord's brother, who was a landlord also, and a very bad man, and taking him to the landlord, cursed him. He was found dead in his room the next morning.
One of the marquises of Waterford evicted a great many poor families near Curraghmore. He even refused to let them come to the walls of the demense for water. It is said he died of
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2019-10-18 15:23
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were no churn barrels people had a timber box with a hole in the lid for a stick with which to make butter.
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2019-10-18 15:22
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We have a churn barrel at home. It is two feet high and three feet wide. It is made for about twenty-five years. There are several parts in it but the beaters and the handle are the important ones. In the bottom there is a red glass to see when the butter is made. In the side there is a ventilator to let out the air. We churn twice a week in Summertime. It is my mother who makes the churn. When people are making the churn if any person comes in he is asked to take a turn so that the butter may not be taken by anybody else. Some people used to make butter at three o'clock in the morning because poor people had the custom of coming for milk and they would ask if the butter was made and if it would not they would keep coming for other things till the butter was made. Then they would take the butter away and white foam would come on the churn. Long ago when there
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butter from them. Sideways the dash is worked. When the cream breaks this shows that the butter is made. The cream gets light in the barrel when it is broken. A gallon of spring water is then put into the churn barrel. The barrel is then turned around a few times. The water is then drained off but it is buttermilk now. This is done a few times to take the buttermilk out of the butter. The butter is then taken out and put on a timber board. It is then washed again. The butter is then rolled fresh butter and some of it is taken as some neighbours may like it fresh. It is then put into a tub and salted. The buttermilk is drank. It is also used for making. It is also given to some of the neighbours to drink.
Some people by charms take butter from their neighbours. The people whose butter is taken may continue making the churn for the day but without result. The people who took it from them would lose a great deal of butter in their own churn-barrel that day. Many of the old people saw the butter going across the fields from one house to another.
My grandmother told me that she often saw the butter going through the grass. To look at it you would think it was butter but if you went to gather it up it was froth. Even if you gathered up all the froth the butter would go to the house to which it was going.
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2019-10-18 14:59
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We haven't any churn barrel at home but there is one at Mr. Corcoran's. It is about three feet or more in height as there is a stand under it. I don't know what width it is. It is made for about twenty years now. The barrel is round but there is a square on one side in which to put in the cream. An iron cover goes over this hole. There is an iron slit outside the barrel at one side of the opening and one side of the iron cover fits into this. There is a pin to keep this cover in position. A white cloth is put on this cover to keep it tight when making the churn. There are two handles on the churn, one at each end. A cross is sometimes put on the bottom of the churn. About three times a week the churn used to be made in Summertime. The woman of the house usually started the churn. After a while somebody else took a turn and so on until the churn was made. The two handles were used if there was a good deal of cream to be churned. Two people would have to make the churn then, twisting each handle. If a stranger came in while the churning was going on, he or she should take a few twists out of the churn. If he refused to do this the people of the house knew he was up to some mischief. They would think he was trying to steal the
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and another man. They both had
their turn in throwing the weight
and when Powers turn came he
threw a hundred weight thirty two
feet and was rewarded by getting
several meddals for it.
Given by Mrs O'Keeffe (age 75) Kilmeaden Creamery, Co. Waterford. to
Thomas Murphy, Kilmeaden, Co; Waterford.
Given by John Keane (age 58) Ross
Kilmeaden, Co. Waterford.
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In the Penal days Mass
was said under a tree in Kildermody
and the priest that said
Mass was killed by the soldiers.
A woman in Kilmeaden told the soldiers about him. The soldiers
came one day when the priest was
saying Mass and they hunted him
and killed him.
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2019-10-17 22:52
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In this parish of Ballyduff and
KIlmeaden long ago and at the
present day there lived some strong
men who could lift heavy weights
and throw them in the
following. I am going to tell you
a story I heard about one of these
strong men. In the year nineteen
and thirteen there was a man
named Richard Power who lived in
Comsingaun. This man was noted
for being a vert good weight thrower.
He was working in a mill in
which he used to have to lift
heavy weights to weigh the meal
and so he became a famous weight
lifter and thrower. One day there
was a match between this man
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way home. When the horse came
home without the man or van
people went out to look for him.
They found him dead in the
snoe.
Given by Mrs O'Keeffe Age 75 Kilmeaden Creamery, Co. Waterford to Matt Murphy Kilmeaden Co. Waterford.
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2019-10-17 22:50
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One of the greatest snow storms which ever occurred in this district happened in the year eighteen ninety two. This great blizzard lasted a fortnight and when the snow ceased falling fences hedges and fields were buried under the snow. It was so high that the people did not know where they were walking,for it covered roads and paths. It smothered a lot of sheep. People could not work. It caused the death of a man. This man was driving a bread van. He saw that the sky began to get dark. The snow fell very heavy and soon he had to leave the van behind and go on with the horse. He got numbed with the cold. The horse made his
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killed Cheasty's horses. This was a storm here about two years ago.
given by Mrs Power, Carrigadustra Kilmeaden Co Waterford.
To Thomas Power Carrigadustra Kilmeaden Co Waterford.
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Severe Weather
There was one big storm in the Co.
Waterford ninety two years ago and
it was the biggest storm in its
history. It knocked a lot of trees
and it killed a lot of cattle and
sheep and it knocked a lot of
bridges. There was a lot of trees
knocked on Carrigadustra. At Lady
Dawneys Whitfield there was a
bridge taken away by a great
flood. There was a storm that
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sheep and horses and cows were
brought away in the big flood. My
father told me about one thunder
storm that came one time and
killed Mr Cheastys horses. This big
storm occurred about four years ago.
Thunder storms does great harm.
The way it started was one wild
nightthe wind started to blow
and it changed into a big thunder
storm.
Given by John Cullen age 50 Ballyduff, Co. Waterford.
Christy Cullen Ballyduff Kilmeaden
Co. Waterford.
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There was one great storm in Co.
Waterford which knocked great
bridges and carried away a lot of
cattle and horses and swine. The
biggest flood knocked a bridge
about four years ago here in Co.
Waterford. It also knocked big
houses and trees. There was one
great flood which came in on the
land about 4 years ago. There
was a lot of animals brought away
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it. It carried the roof and the
woman for full mile before it
landed. Strange to say the woman
was not hurt when the shed landed
and I suppose this was due to
the roof landing in a bog. The
wind caused a great lot of damage.
It swept houses and took the roofs
of some of them. It also knocked
big woods and swept away lots of
the trees. It also knocked bridges.
This account was given by Mrs O'Keeffe (age 75 ) Kilmeaden Creamery.
Co. Waterford.
Thomas Murphy, Kilmeaden, Co Waterford.
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2019-10-17 22:45
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There is a lake about a half a mile from my house and the old people say that there is no bottom to it. They say it was there that the Glas Gamhnach rolled herself and the pond is to be seen there since. It was dry land before she rolled herself there.
Tá mo teach i dtalamh Sheáin Uí Crotaig i mBréanainn, timpeall ceithre míle ar an dtaobh thiar den áit seo.
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2019-10-17 22:38
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of five or six. A couple of years ago a crowd of twenty-two came here on bicycles. There was only one crowd around last year and there was none at all this year. The rain may have prevented them fro going around this year. They used to travel all over the district on foot. They got a few pence in almost every house they visited. Then they would come home and count the money and share it among them. One of the number acted as treasurer.
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2019-10-17 22:30
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An eagle is a very large bird and a pike is a very large fish. As an eagle when flying over a lake saw a pike far below him on its surface, she swooped down to strike. The pike did not see her curving till she was on top of him. He was about to dive where he would be safe when the eagle caught him in her claws. The claws went through the pike's skin to his bones. The fish tried to dive. The eagle tried to lift him upwards. The pike was half-way out of the water. He tried to get away but failed. His eyes were full of pain, anger and despair. The eagle tried to lift him out of the water but could not. The fight went on all evening when the eagle began to give up hope of taking the pike. She thought at last that she could eat the pike while floating on the water. As
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2019-10-17 22:20
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Donnchadh was a great Irish poet and a Latin poet of repute. He composed many nice poems. His best one is Bán Chnoic Éireann Ó. it is thought to be the best poem in the Irish language. Two others he wrote are Eachtra Ghiolla an Amhráin and As I was A-walking One Evening Fair.
Here are some lines from his Eachtra.
I mBaile Seoirse i gcóngar an tréimh-fhir
Risteárd Bán dob fhearr de Paoraigh
Nó ins an gCill ó tsuim go chéile
Nó an brasaracht le Peadar Ó Cinnéide.
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she would bring a vessel that the stripper couldn't fill. She went home and returned soon afterwards with a sieve and began to milk the stripper into it. She kept milking her till the blood began to flow from the cow's teats. The stripper then bellowed with pain. She looked behind her and when she saw all the milk flowing down the side of the rock she bellowed three times. Then all the calves gathered around her and they and she ran off the rock and disappeared and have never been seen or heard of since. The mark of her hooves are to be still seen on the rock. There are also the marks of the witches feet and of the legs of the stool on which she sat. Many stories are told about the Glas Gamhnach. All of them agree that she would fill any vessel in which she was milked.
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2019-10-17 21:43
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The words 'Glas Gamhnach' mean 'Grey Stripper'. The Glas Gamhnach was a famous stripper. Nobody knows whence she came but some people believe that she was sent by God to give milk to the poor people. She was seen at Blackrock near Kilmeaden.
She used to stand on a rock there waiting to be milked. The poor people of the district used to come to milk her. No matter how many people came or how large the vessels were that they brought she always filled them. She was a great help to the poor people of that place.
One day a woman of the district told a witch who lived near the place how great the stripper was. The witch was envious of the people because they got the milk for nothing. She told the woman that
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2019-10-17 21:34
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until blood came from the cow's teats. The cow roared thrice and all the calves she ever had came to her and then they all disappeared. They were never seen there afterwards. It is said that the marks of the three-legged stool and of the cow's four hooves are still to be seen on the rock.
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2019-10-17 21:31
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The Glas Gamhnach was to be seen near Ballyduff. The words 'Glas Gamhnach' mean Grey Stripper. The grey stripper supplied the poor people of the place with milk. The people used to bring vessels in which to milk her. No matter how large the vessel was she would always fill it. It is said that an old witch who lived near the place was envious when the poor people used to milk the cow.She had a bet with a woman. The witch told the woman that she would bring a vessel that the cow would never fill. Next morning she came and brought a sieve in which to milk her. She began milking and continued
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2019-10-17 21:25
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them some money. They sometimes sing a song or dance. Amlais gatherers travel very far and make a good deal of money.
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2019-10-17 21:24
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saucers are placed on a table. Water is put into one, clay into another and beads into a third and salt into a fourth. Then a person is blindfolded. If he touches the water it is said he will go to sea. If he touches the salt he will be in trouble during the year. If he touches the beads he will be a priest. If he touches the clay it is said he will die before the year is out.
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kill him and how he captured one and taught him to understand English. He called this man Friday. He became a very faithful servant to him. Crusoe was picked up by a ship after spending years on the island. I heard that your mother was ill. I hope she has fully recovered.
Wishing you health and happiness,
I am, dear John,
Your school chum
Thomas McGrath.
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Amlais gathering is an old custom on in a great many places on Halloween. On that night the young man of the place dress themselves in quaint old garments. At nightfall they join in gangs and go around from house to house looking for amlais. At each house they sing, dance and play music. They get apples or money at nearly every house. They break the bottoms out of old bottles and blow through the necks of the bottles to frighten people. The amlais gatherers always wear masks on their faces so as to prevent the people from knowing them. About six gangs of amlais gatherers came to our house and we had great looking at the way they were dressed. The sixth gang was the gang I liked best. There were four men in it. One of them wore a shirt over his top-coat and a trousers with no legs. Another wore a large mask on his face and had an old shirt pulled up on his legs. The third had his face covered with wool and wore a coat four times too small for him and
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2019-10-17 16:41
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Amlais gathering is an old custom on in a great many places on Halloween. On that night the young man of the place dress themselves in quaint old garments. At nightfall they join in gangs and go around from house to house looking for amlais. At each house they sing, dance and play music. They get apples or money at nearly every house. They break the bottoms out of old bottles and blow through the necks of the bottles to frighten people. The amlais gatherers always
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and encouraged her men to fight bravely.
There was a big gun on the top of the castle. The man in charge of it worked it so well that Cromwell was frustrated and was going away. The gunner asked the Countess for a drink. She brought him a drink of buttermilk. He became so angry at this, for he wanted beer, that he made a signal to Cromwell to come back and re-attack the castle. Cromwell did so. The gunner refused to work the gun so the castle was taken as no-one else knew how to manage the big gun.
One hundred years ago when they were digging near the castle they found the Countesses tombstone bearing a coronet in the adjoining cemetery. There was an old church belonging to the castle about three hundred yards west of the castle.
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2019-10-17 16:09
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Dunhill Castle is in the Barony of Decies without Drum. It is three miles south-east of Kill. Waterford is about nine miles to the east of it. It is about a mile from the village of Dunhill.
The castle is in the Barony of Decies without Drum. It is built on a high rock. The ground is very hilly on three sides of it. It is level on the west side. There is a lovely view from the top of it. The walls were very thick but they are crumbling away now.
The head of the De La Poers of Waterford lived there. When Cromwell came to take the castle the master of the house was away. Cromwell asked the Countess to surrender the castle to him but she refused to do so. She went around
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to room encouraging her men to fight bravely. A big gun on top of the castle killed so many of the English soldiers that they began to give up the fight. The man in charge of the big gun asked her for a drink. The Countess gave him a drink of buttermilk. The man was so angry when he didn't get beer that he would not fire another shot. There was no-one else in the castle able to use the gun. Cromwell then came along and took the castle easily and killed all its defenders.
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Dunhill Castle is about three miles from the village of Kill. It is on Mr. Robert Murphy's land. There is a lovely view to be seen from the top of it. There is an iron gate leading into the field where the castle is. Mr. Robert Murphy's house is the nearest house to it. A great many people come to see it. When Cromwell first came to this country in October 1649 the Power family was living there. When Cromwell came to the castle the master of the castle was not at home. Cromwell ordered the defenders of the castle to surrender but the Countess refused to do so. When the battle began she went from room
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when his wife saw him coming she said :
"I knew this would happen, that cow is a 'martin'.
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had it dotted here and there with bits of wool. The fourth was dressed like the first and I think that it was he that gathered the money because he had a large purse.
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About four years ago there was a ghost seen at different parts of the road between Kill and Mr. John Lenihan's gate. It was the ghost of a woman named Mary Hayes who lived in Ballinlough and was dead for a few months. When she died a man from Dunhill went and lived in her house without asking anyone's permission. One night about a week after he had come to the house, when returning from Kill at midnight the ghost appeared before him at the lodge and also at Ballinlough Cross. When he reached the house he saw the apparition again. He was going to his bedroom but when he reached the door the ghost stood before him and he could not pass. He went back to the fire and when the apparition appeared before him again and he recognised it as Mary Hayes, fear took hold of him and he fled as quickly as he could from the house.
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One night about sixty years ago my father and uncle were in bed together. My father heard the noise going along the street. He tried to look out through the window but could not. He felt as if somebody was holding him around the waist. When the thing passed by he was let go. He thought that the noise was made by people going to Mass. He called his brother and asked him if he had heard the noise. He said he had not. When my father was going to Mass the next morning he met one of the police. My father asked him if he heard the noise last night. He said that he did and that he and the sergeant were sitting on the window-sill of Morrissey's window when it passed. my father told him what happened to him that night.
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to cure kidney and liver complaints. The root of the white lily is made into medicine and also into an ointment. it is used as a medicine for bowel haemorrhage. It is used as an ointment for bad legs and ulcers.
There are many kinds of seeds used for cures. Celery seeds are considered an excellent remedy for rheumatism. Caraway seeds are used for children's ailments, especially disorders of the stomach. Linseed is used in cough mixture and when it is ground it is used for poultices. People use nettle seeds for chest troubles and as a blood purifier. Herbalists also use the bark of trees for curing diseases. They use the bark of the beech to cure eczema. The bark of the cherry tree is considered a good blood purifier. Medicine is made from the bark of the oak. It cures neuralgia.
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2019-10-15 17:03
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Some words are very harmful to land and to crops. The thistle and dock weeds usually grow in rich soil. They grow up with oats ans wheat. If the seeds of these mix with the grain at the threshing it makes it difficult for farmers to get the top price for the grain. The chicken weed and crowfoot and fairy flax grow on poor soil and if there are crops of mangolds or turnips in poor land these weeds, check the crops very much if they are not weeded out early.
Herbs are used in curing animal diseases. There are many kinds of herbs. The leaves of some plants are used in cases. The roots or flowers are used also.
The leaves which are commonly used are those of mountain ash, wild raspberry and senna. The mountain ash leaves are used by people for curing rheumatic fever. The raspberry leaves are used for the curing of rheumatism and sciatica.
The roots which are most frequently used are these of the cranesbill, the dandelion, the lady's slipper, rhubarb and white pond lily. The cranesbill root is used to cure diarrhoea in children and is a tonic for the kidneys. The dandelion root is used
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2019-10-15 16:11
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Ná tugaidh Dia aon an-bhás dúinn ná bás sobal ná bás i bpeachaidh marbh ach bás glan le gol is le h-aithrighe.
Bás ag gol 's ag caoineadh; bás ar stad na ngrásta ar ann Dé is sa comharsa.
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'Sé an tslí beatha a bhí ag Tadhg ná scoltaidheacht pléireacht cainnte ag fuireacht oíche nó dhó in gach aon tig. An oíche seo ráinig chun daoine a bhí sprionnlaithe cráidhte ocrasmhail mí-adhmharach dlúth-mheathach mí-fhortúnach aingis dubh-chroíeach bád-thosach cam cnámhach gan croí ná misneach.
Ráinig an lá roimhe sin go bhfuaireadar bó nua beirithe
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ar an ministéar. Ní raibh an ministéar sásta nó gur thosnaigh sé ag suathadh agus ag bogadh agus ag damnú creidimh a bagairt. Bhí árachas dian éigin eatortha ná fuighidís socrú i dtaobh maidin. D'fhiafraigh an ministir dé conus socróidís é agus dúirt sé go bhfágfadh sé fé ráiteachas an chéad duine a thiocfadh ortha.
Ní dheaghadar ró-fhada nuair chonnaiceadar an fear ag teacht ortha go dtí cúpla céad ráinn dóibh. Cé bheadh ann ach Tadhg Gaelach agus de thuras an sagairt a vheith a' moladh Tadhg shíl an ministéar go raibh an bua aige féin.
Rith sé i gcoinne Tadhg agus d'inis sé do Thadhg go raibh a leithéid sin de scéal cruaidhis i dtaobh creidimh idie é féin agus an sagart. D'fhiafraigh Tadhg den ministéar cén ainm a bhí air. Dúirt gurab ainm dó féin ministéar Póil.
'Sé dúirt Tadhg :
"Is bréagach iad Peadar is Pól
Is bréagach é Rí Geal na Glóire 'tá ar Neamh
Is bréagach é Rí Geal na Róimhe
Más ag Ministéir Pól tá an cheart".
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The Jaundice : The cure for this is a weed with green leaves and a red flower boiled in either porter or new milk.
Wildfire : The juice of 'torpeen' would cure this.
Stomach Trouble : The dandelion would cure this.
Murrain : The Crobh Dearg would cure this.
The Blúirín Pádraig : It would heal cuts, the fine side to cure and the coarse side to draw.
Goat's milk and sugar and soap would cure boils.
Venus turpentine and flour would also cure boils.
If both parents had the same surname, the blood of any one of the family would cure Wildfire. Mrs. Ryan has a charm for Wildfire. I cannot give this because it is a man who should learn it from a woman.
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in the middle again and so on until the game is finished.
This is how Bingo is played. The children form a ring and sing a verse of Bingo.
'The Mullins dog lay on the floor
And Bingo was his name-o
B I N G O and Bingo was his name-o'
Wall Flowers, Sheep and Soldiers are played much the same as Bingo.
In Spring and Summer the people go fishing for salmon and trout. In Autumn and Winter the people hunt rabbits and hares and shoot all sorts of wild game.
The games I play in the house or around the fireside are playing cards, Snakes and Ladders, Ludo, Snap and Beggar My Neighbour. While playing cards the conversation is counting the number of tricks each one gets. There is no conversation while playing the rest of the games.
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The names of the outdoor games I play are Hide and Seek, Trance, Four-corner Stone, Bingo, Wall Flowers, Sheep, Soldiers.
Hide and Seek can be played by any number. One stands aside while all the rest are going to hide. When they are hidden they call 'Whoop' and the child goes in search of them. The one she finds first is to seek for them the next time.
Trance is played by drawing a number of squares on the road and numbering each square 1, 2, 3 and so on until all the squares are filled.
Four-corner Fool is played by putting four stones on the road and a girl stands in the middle and this girl is called the fool. The girls on the stones pass from one to another onto the stones and if the fool is able to step onto a vacant stone before the other person has time to go to it, she is in and the one who has left the stone must stand
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2019-10-12 23:06
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Is beag sean duine a chífeá gan caipín ar a cheann mar deireann siad ná fanfadh an t-innleacht acu mara gcoiméadfaidh na caipíní ar a gceannaibh.
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Amhsuideóir i ngáirdín leasadóra = Muc i ngarrdín feirmeóra = Pig in a china shop i.e. dhéanfad siad díoghbháil mhór de bárr tuathalachta.
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2019-10-12 23:01
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Nuair d'aireóchtá duine ar siubhal le siabhrachas i.e. nuair a d'aireochta duine i sgéal suarach dá ríomadh aige, déarfá "Uch! mo chrádh, thuit an t-im is dh'éirigh an bláthach
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2019-10-12 23:00
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Sin cailín cruinn canamháil, tá óg aontamhail, lán de réasúin, deagh-thuithe, deagh-múinte, soirgeach, sughach milis plúrach, stacalach, náireach, sé-grianmhar, bogarthach, bagarthach, ceol-mhalaighthe agus gach fáilte léi tuitim go béal a bróige.
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2019-10-12 22:51
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Here in Ireland there are many old sayings about the seasons and also about the weather.
We are told that we should never bathe in the open sea in the month of May for it is said that 'He who bathes in May will soon be laid in the clay'.
It was always believed and is still, that if it rains on St. Swithin's Day that we will have forty days rain.
If a cool August follows a hot July it betokens a hard Winter.
We are advised to lay in a good store of fuel for the Winter if the hare wears a thick coat in October.
If the leaves remain on the trees until November the coming Winter will be cold.
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picking.
Nowadays the farmer can get an acre dug in one day by means of a potato digger. If the farmer wishes he can buy a machine for his own private use but in almost all cases the machine is got on hire for the time required. This method saves time, labour and money for the farmer.
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2019-10-12 22:41
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In the parish of Windgap there are the ruins of many castles.
In thw townland of Ballyclough on the east side of the Suir Valley is a round castle almost perfect.
It is 91 feet in circumference, three stories high and the walls are 8 feet thick and 45 feet high. The third floor rested on a stone arch which still remains. There is a doorway on the west side and a spiral staircase leading to the top.
There are 8 narrow round-topped windows of chiselled stone and in the upper storey there is one chimney piece.
This castle which is on Mrs. cusack's farm is said to have been erected by the Butler family.
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The Patron Saint of Carrickbeg is Saint Molleran.
The belfry and tower and almost all the northern side of the parochial church, Carrickbeg, are the remains of the Franciscan Friary erected in 1336 upon a site granted by James Butler, 1st Earl of Ormond. This ancient Friary was surrended on the suppression of the monasteries in 1540 (Henry VIII).
The ancient Franciscan church was restored to Catholic usage by the Rev. Michael Power, P.P. 1827. At the time of the restoration of this ancient church of Carrickbeg the Protestant Rector of the parish threatened to take possession of it when repaired. The case was submitted to Daniel O' Connell who advised that the Protestant Rector had no right whatsoever to take possession of the church. It is ever since used as the Parish Church of Carrickbeg.
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2019-10-12 22:18
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Mrs. Kennedy of Curraheen, Rathgormack, Co. Waterford who is about eighty years old told me how she used to make candles. She made them from tallow which is got from skins of goats, mole, which is got from the
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2019-10-12 22:14
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There was a woman named Margaret Maguire in Park, Rathgormack, Co. Waterford and she knew how to make candles. Her house is there still and her daughter is living in it now. She made candles from fat called tallow which was got from goats and sheep. This is the way she made them - she melted the tallow and put it in a shallow dish. Then she got five threads of hemp and dipped them up and down in the tallow and left them to dry. She did this three times and the candles were made. Tallow candles they were called.
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2019-10-12 21:58
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In the year 1916 we had very heavy snow. My father said that a funeral left the work-house of Carrick-on-Suir to come to Mothel. The corpse had to be brought by Mill Vale in a cart. People had to go before the horse and cart with shovels to make room for it. The snow was as high as themselves. It was a sight to see and especially as he was an old resident of Rathgormack. The wind blew the snow in drifts as high as the house.
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2019-10-12 21:53
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There is a farm belonging to Mrs. Whelan in Glenpatrick, Co. Waterford and a terrible burning took place in it about thirty years ago. Mrs. Whelan is still alive. There was a crowd of men playing football about a half-mile from the place and they heard the roaring and they ran down. When they reached the house three calves and a shed were burned. They were not sure what happened it but the cattle were in a thatched shed and it was a very hot day and the thatch was very dry and it is thought that it was a spark out of the dwelling house burned it.
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2019-10-12 21:47
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hay-barn and two carts got burned also. All the neighbours rushed to the scene of the fire and helped to quench it. The damage done was estimated at about fifty pounds.
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2019-10-12 21:46
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A fire occurred in mr. Green's hay-barn in Knocknacreha, Rathgormack, Co. Waterford about eighteen years ago. It was late in the Spring in the month of April. There was not much hay and straw in it but all was there was burned. The flames rose to a great height and singed the rafters and the roof of the
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2019-10-12 21:43
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In the year 1917 there was a terrible snow storm in Ireland. All the roads to the towns were blocked. The people had to make paths through the snow so that they could go to town for feed and they had to carry it on their backs. They could not bring out any animal, not even a donkey. Mr. John Walsh of Ballinafina, Co. Waterford died at that time and he could not be buried for four or five days after. Lots of cattle and sheep died from hunger.
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2019-10-12 21:38
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There was a shoemaker living near the village of Ballythomas, Co. Waterford about fifty years ago. His name was Paddy Fitzgerald. There was a patch on some part of his face and he was known as Paddy the Patch. it was said about him that he never made a pair of boots or shoes big enough for anybody and so all who went to have their measure taken wore two pairs of stockings so that Paddy would think they had bigger feet. The ruins of his house are on Martin Walshe's farm, Ballythomas.
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2019-10-12 19:40
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Bhí sé uair dá uaireannta chomh Gallda gur shíl an sagart go raibh sé comh dubh comh damarta comh buí is gur chuir sé fé slua maireacht é ar séipéal.
I gceann roinnt beag aimsire ina dhiaidh sin ránaigh an sagairt bheith ag gabháilt an bhóthair agus ráinigh an ministéar air. Pá ainm a bhí ar an sagart, Pól an ainm a bhí
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2019-10-12 19:34
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Tá an lón sa smóilín binn ann
'B'fhuil se shórta eile ann d'admhadh
Nach chuimhin liom ar trácht
Tá an láir go modhmarach aoilann
Tréithibh uiane 'ge caoire, cráinse de gnáth gá gillí ann in aghaidh mí bíonn dáil.
Sé Pádraig Laoi é de rogha is togha na tíre
Go bhfuil grámhar suainte gcroidhir gan liomhtha ar a cháil
Tá bochtaibh Dé is Dia linn
Fáil uchrach lae is n-oíche
Sa cuirricín cois na Brighde
Óin laoitheach geal gan cháim
Tá an girrfiadh sa scairt fé dheighlean
Is mó coinín luathmhar bríomhar
Sin cuirricín cois Bríghde
'ge laoitheach geal gan cháim.
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2019-10-12 19:23
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'Sé an fonn tá ag an dán son ná An Londubh.
Seán Laoi ab ainm don poet seo a mhair i bPáirt i mBaile an Sagart i bParóiste na Leasa Móire, áit go dtugtar mar ainm uirthi Tír a' Ceoil. Bhí gaol dó sa cuirricín cois na Brighde gurab ainm dó Pádraig Laoi - dhein sé an t-amhrán seo dá mholadh a áite agus a choda.
Níl an té a thug an dán seo dom, Pádraig Ó Muirgheasa lán cinnte go bhfuil an dán go léir aige i gceart. Tá mé leagan eile af a deirfiúr.
Is fada mé ag gabhailt timpeall
Siúl dúhaigh cúige is tíortha
Ba leo Caisil go Beanntraí
'Gus dhein scríobh sin cois trá
Nó gur sheól an tóg - Mhac Naomhtha
Insan róid aréir chun tighe mé
Do thug bárr ó áilne tíortha bhí gríte le fáil
Tá cuan chun snámh go h-aoibhinn
Agus an long thar sáile tigheacht ann
Árdaigh cumhra líonta ann d'fhíon geal ón Spáinn
Thá an bán bruach clúthmhair díonmar
Thá foscadh ós gach síon ann
Thá an ceileabhar éin ar chrainn ann
Tá an lon sa smóilín binn ann
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2019-10-12 17:23
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Páirc ns Cille
Páirc í seo atá i seilbh Bean Ui Gadhra i gCnoc an Aifrinn. De réir na sean daoine bhí cill nó eaglais anseo timpeall sé chéad bliain ó shoin. De réir gach cúntas do tógadh an chéad eaglais sa paróiste seo i lár an oirthear, áit an-iargculda. Ansin do tógadh ceann eile i gCnoc an Aifrinn. Le h-imeacht aimsire do thit an séipéil agus do deineadh na h-Aifrinn a léamh sa pháirc. Tugtar Páirc na Cille air ó shoin agus Cloch an Altóra ar an gcloic a bhíodh mar altóir ann.
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2019-10-12 17:10
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Toothache
This complaint was cured by biting from the ground the first fern seen in Spring.
Wildfire
Burn a green furze-bush and hold an iron over the smoke. Then rub the iron to the sore.
Ringworm
1. Good black ink rubber around ringworm will prevent spreading and also cure it.
2. Burn green rushes and mix the ash with butter and rub it to the ringworm. It cures it.
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2019-10-12 17:07
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Warts
1. If you had a wart on your hand and washed it in water which your friend accidentally in a stone it would cure it.
2. If you had warts on your hands and put as many stones into a paper bag as you had warts and left them at the crossroads. The first person to find the stones would take your warts.
3. If a person rubbed an apple to warts and buried it secretly the warts wither according as the apple decays on the ground.
4. Get an elder stick and cut as many notches on the stick as you have warts. Then rub a notch to each wart and bury it secretly.
Wildfire
1. The blood of a person named Cahill is a cure for this ailment.
2. If two people of the same name got married the blood of their children would cure wildfire.
Cramps
These were cured and kept away by wearing an eel's skin around the naked leg.
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2019-10-12 15:42
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The flu was in this country about nineteen years ago. The people were very much afraid of it. About two thousand people died in this parish. The people were hungry because they could not go to the town for food. The people died by the roadside with it. It was a terribly hard time for the people.
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2019-10-12 15:39
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A great singer
There was a great singer in the Parish of Clonea in the Co. Waterford. Tom Mooney was his name. He was noted as a great singer. He is dead more than three years. The name of one song he sang was "Come home Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff".
Told by - Mrs Roche,
Monadiha,
Co. Waterford
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There are many stories told of him. He jumped over a very high mountain. He was living in a small cottage. He was very tall and handsome. He jumped a big river twice the size of the river Clodagh. He is dead six years.
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2019-10-12 15:38
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There was a strong man named Patrick Walsh living in Ballingarra in the Co. Waterford. He did many brave deeds.
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2019-10-12 15:37
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He eats porridge for his breakfast. He has a straw bed.
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James Fitzgerald, better known as Laken Darra, is a fine singer and story-teller. He is very old. He lives under a rock at the foot of the Comeragh Mountains in the townland of Kilclooney. He is a fine dancer and a fine intelligent man for chatting on any subject. His home is two very large rocks leaning against each other. He goes in between the two. He does his cooking outside.He has the stones white-washed. He has fifteen shillings a week, army pension.
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2019-10-12 15:32
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There was once a man whose name was Pat Cleary. He lived in Curraghkiely in the parish of Kilsheelan and in the Co. Waterford. He taught dancing to the people. He won competitions and he got medals. He was a great music-player. His house is still where he lived and there are people living in it.
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2019-10-12 15:30
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A Great Reaper
There was a great reaper in Park, Rathgormack, Co. Waterford. His name was James Roche. He is buried six years but the house is still there and there are people living in it. he was one of the best reapers and he used always follow it up. He used cut an acre each day with a scythe.
A Story-teller.
There was a good story-teller in Clondonnell, Co. Waterford. His name was John Halpin. He is dead about thirty-four years. He was great for telling stories. He had no word of English and all Irish stories he told.
A Great Singer
There was a singer living in Windgap, Co. Waterford. He was the best that was around the place. He made a song by the name of The Rose of Augh na Broon. He is dead about seven years.
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from the mountains to the houses it is a sign of rain.
If laurel berries are very plentiful we look out for a bad Winter.
If there is a black cloud in the sky it is a sign of frost.
It is a sign of rain to see soot fall down the chimney.
The horses come near the gate when they know the rain is coming.
If the turkeys feel sleepy in the morning it is a sign of rain.
If the cat turns his back to the fire you may expect rain.
A mackerel sky is a sign of a storm.
A leaden sky is a sign of snow.
When people who have rheumatism feel their pains worst they know rain is near at hand.
When salt is damp it is a sure sign of rain.
It is a sign of frosty weather when we hear the train clearly.
It is a sign of a storm when crows are calling up high in the sky.
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2019-10-12 15:17
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Because she could not lick it.
What part of the cow goes over the ditch first?
Her breath.
Betty inside the ditch and Betty outside the ditch and if you will go near Betty she will bite you.
A nettle.
Over the water and under the water and never tips the water?
A person carrying a pail of water over the bridge.
What is it often comes to the table, always cut but never eaten?
A pack of cards.
What is it that has an eye and cannot see?
A needle.
What is it that is in the ear and not wanted?
The noise.
The little red heifer she stands by the wall
She eats all she gets and drinks none at all?
A fire.
Bog long Tommy with the big red nose
The quicker he is put there the quicker he is gone.
A candle.
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2019-10-12 15:09
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What would make more noise at a gate than a pig?
Two pigs.
What is like half the moon?
The other half.
When was beef the highest?
When the cow jumped over the moon.
I have a little cow by the side of the wall
She eats all she gets but drinks none at all.
A fire.
I have a little brother, his name is Ned
He travels all on the top of his head?
A nail in your boot.
Little Jenny with a red nose
The longer she lives the shorter it grows?
A lighted candle.
As round as a marble, as flat as a pan
The half of a woman, the whole of a man?
An English penny.
Twenty sick sheep went out a gap
One of them perished, how many came back?
Nineteen.
Why does a hen pick the pot?
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2019-10-12 14:59
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One day two men were having a chat.One said to the other,"How quickly the days pass by." "yes said the other man," They have nothing else to do."
An old man went to sell a calf skin. He carried it in a sack on his back, and as he was going through the town, he met a man, who asked him if it was a hide he had. He said it is not ahide I have it.
Told by-Mr.Phelan,
Carrowleigh,
Rathgormack,
Co.Waterford.
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2019-10-12 14:58
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There was once a man at the fair and he had a cow and another man said to him" How much for the old frame, handle-bars and all."
Told by-Mrs. Power,
Kilbrack,
Co.Waterford.
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were to stay with her always and they never came near her again.
Told by-Mrs McGrath,
Monadiha,
Co.Waterford.

There was once a woman who advertised for a man to work in her garden. Two men applied for the job. While she was examining them on the lawn she noticed her mother in the porch making signs to her to choose the smaller man, which she did. When they were alone the daughter asked her mother why she told her to choose the smaller man because the other man had a nicer face. The woman told her that whenever she wanted to choose a man she should go by his trousers. If the trousers was patched on the knees he was the man to take and if it was patched on the seat she should not take him.
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2019-10-12 14:52
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There was once a woman who had two diviners working for her every day and they were two Protestants. When night would come they would not wait to say the Rosary. One night she kept them to say the Rosary and when they had it said, one said to another "Did you hear her saying 'May the Divine Assistance remain always with us'?" And they thought she meant that they
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2019-10-12 00:01
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There were three brothers living together and one day they were going to seek a fortune. They met a man dead on the road. They had no English but "I did", "For certain" and "For money". A guard came to them and asked them who killed the man. The first one said "I did", the second said "For money" and the third said "For certain". "For certain" said the guard and he brought the three brothers away and hanged them.
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2019-10-11 23:55
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William Crotty was a highwayman who lived in the Comeragh Mountains about two hundred years ago. Before he died he threw a shoe of gold into a river in Kilballyquilty. He said the person who would live the longest would get it. It is said that a ghost is minding it. Nobody looked for it.
Told by-Mrs Power,
Ballythomas,
Co.Waterford.
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put a heap of earth over it and no one can remove it. A man living in Feddins once thought to dig it up but failed, because as he dug the earth kept falling in so he gave up.
Told by-Mr. Pat McGrath,
Feddins,
Co.Waterford.
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There is a mote in Feddins and under this is a crock of gold. It was buried by the Danes to keep it safe until they needed it. They
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2019-10-11 23:51
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There is gold hidden in Clondonnell in the County Waterford. It is said to be in Murray's field. There was a bull minding it and he had a gold ring on his nose. Some people went to look for the gold. They were digging one night and they heard some noise and they did not look for it anymore.
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2019-10-11 23:46
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There was a Protestant church in Mothel in Co. Waterford. There are vessels hidden in the churchyard. It is said that a Minister hid them there. He hid them there because he did not want any of the people to get them. The vessels were never found. The people of the place looked for them but they could not find them. They are supposed to be in it all the time.
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Paidir le rá ag tobar an Domhnaigh :
Go mbeannaigh Dia dhuit agus Rí an Domhnaigh naomhtha
Go mbeannaigh Muire dhuit agus beannaím féin duit
Is chughat thánag-sa dom gearán féineach
Ag iarradh cabhair in onóir ort.
Paidir Beag
Flaitheas Dé go bhfeicimíd
Glór na naomh go gcloisimíd
A Thiarna go dtugaidh tú na grásta dúinn
Agus grásta na foighne agus na h-aithrighe
Agus go gcoinnidh tú ar stáid na grásta sinn. Amen.
Paidir le rá ag dul isteach i dteampall :
Beannaím duit a theampall naomhtha
Beannaím duit a chrois, a chrainn, an duilleabhair glas, an crann ar crusadh tú. Cuirim mo chás deas fúm ar úrlár do tigh féin. Go dtugaidh tú maitheamhnachas dom i bpeacaí mo shaol.
Paidir le rá ar éirí ar maidin :
Éirím ar maidin in ainm an aon-mhic
In ainm an té a cheannaigh go daor sinn
Cuirim coimirce m'anama fá bhrátha do sgéithe
Mo choinnsíos do ghlanadh ón uile smúit pheaca
Agus do bheith síochánach carthanach i measc na gcomharsan.
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An comhartha-sin dár naomhughadh.
3. Do phléasc na carrigeacha
Do dhuibh an ghrian
Do chruith an domhan go h-euchtach
Nuair d'árduigheadh suas ár Slánaithóir
Ar dhruim na Croise naomhtha.
4. Fairíor dá bhrí sin an té
Ná bheadh a chroí ag a raobadh
Agus na deora áirithe
Ag sileadh uaidh go flúirseach
Os choinne na Croise naomhtha.

Paidir le rá ar coigilt tine :- Coigilim mo tine mar choigleas Críost. Muire ina dhá cheann agus Bríd ina lár. An dá aspal déag agus Athair na Grásta coiméad an tigh seo agus ár ndaoine go bráth.
Paidir le rá ar fáfhbháil an teampaill -
Guidhim chughat a Thiarna agus screadaim ort a Íosa
Agus cuirim comaraithe m'anama ort
Go gcasaidh mé arís chughat.
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Abairimís. Paidir agus Abhe Maria in onóir do Dhia agus don Mhaighdin Muire; an onóir Naomh Iosaph agus Naomh Peadair agus Póil, Naomh Pádraig agus Naomh Máirtín, Naomh Mícheul agus Eoin, an dá aspal déag agus an Tiarna tróchairigh chun maitheamachas do thabhairt dúinn i bpeacaí ár saol. Iarraimíd ar Dhia agus ar an Maighdin Muire gan bás do thabhairt dúinn ach bás naomhtha i staid na ngrás, le h-ola agus le h-aithrighe, lenár gciall agus lenár gcuimhnaimh, sa chaoi go bhfágaimís glaodhadh ar an Maighdin Muire. Amen.
Fíor na Croise.
1. O namhaid mo-chriedimh
O namhaid mo thíre
O namhaid mo chloinne agus mo chéile
A Thiarna déan mo choimiriche
Le Fíor do Chroise naomhtha.
2. Le Fíor na Croise cheannaigh tú
Sliocht mí-fhortúnach Éabha
O shoin anuas is beannaithe
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2019-10-11 16:26
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Long ago the houses were made from clay and stones. They were thatched. Always the windows were protected by iron bars because beggars would break them in if there was nothing to keep them out. The houses were built down in boreens. The floor was made from clay and there was a fire on the hearth in them. There was also a half-door in them to keep out the hens. Locks were not in use at that time but at night-time the door was fastened up inside by a bolt. Rush candles were used by all the people and they had no matches so they used flint and steel and touch.
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2019-10-11 16:21
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There were three shops in this district long ago. There was one in Lisnakil, another in Mount Congreve and another at the Headoff. They bought their goods in town and carried them on their backs. The money was not very plentiful and people exchanged a day's work for goods. People never bought or sold goods on Sunday. Friday was supposed to be the luckiest day of the week to change from house to house. An old woman used sell sugar sticks outside the church gate on Sunday. Pedlars went around from house to house gathering rags and bottles. They gave pins and needles and thread in exchange. Leather money was made in Portlaw. It was of no value anyplace only in Waterford, Portlaw and Carrick-on-Suir.
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2019-10-11 16:14
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Long ago the people ate oaten-meal bread made out of barley. The old people used send the oats and barley to Paul's Mills to be ground. Some of the farmers kept a bró for grinding the meal. They baked the bread on a griddle and they had a fire of wheaten straw. When they were baking the cake they put the griddle on a brand. When they were putting down the cake they put a cross on it and then it was made into four quarters. Then when they were turning it they turned it in quarters.
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2019-10-11 16:01
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When the Holy Family were flying into Egypt they came to a place where men were sowing corn, from whom they got food. The corn grew and ripened in a day. On the following day King Herod and his soldiers came in search of the Holy Family. They asked the men had they seen anyone passing by that day or the day before. They said they saw them the day the corn was set. Herod thought that was a long time ago, when it was only one day. Herod was about to turn around to go home when a dearg-a-daol put up his head and said "Yesterday, yesterday". Herod heard him and he went in search of the Holy Family. From that day to this the dearg-a-daol is disliked.
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There is only one smith in this parish. His name is Ned Kenny. His forge is situated on the side of the road in Lisnakill. It is slated. He had an anvil to hammer the iron on, a sledge to hammer it, and nails. The smith shoes horses, ponies, donkeys and jinnets. The bellows is made of wood and leather. First he puts a bar of iron into the fire and blows it until it is hot enough. Then he takes it out with a tongs and lays it in a basin of water to cool. Then he hammers it to whatever shape he wants it. The water out of which he takes the iron is good for chilblains. The smith mends all the broken farm implements.
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2019-10-11 15:43
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now. Wooden clogs were made in the Ballinamona Woods.
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2019-10-11 15:42
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Blessed Eucharist.
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2019-10-11 15:41
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On St. Stephen's Day, or the day following Christmas day, boys go around to all the houses dressed in rags and paper frocks. Those are called Wren Boys. They carry a stick of holly or ivy in their hands. When they go to the houses they sing and dance. The night before St. Brigid's Day we hang out ribbons as St. Brigid goes around to bless them so that they could cure a headache. On St. Patrick's Day we wear the shamrock in honour of St. Patrick explaining the True Faith in Ireland with a shamrock. On Holy Thursday we celebrate the Feast Of the Blessed Eucharist. In all the churches we have exposition in honour or Our Lord. Corpus Christi is also a feast of the
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2019-10-11 15:34
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Lisnakill churches and Oldcourt in Mount Congreve. The land is very fertile and has very good production. Most of people went to America during the Bad Times but now they go to England.
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The name of my parish is Butlerstown. It is situated in the Barony of Middlethird. There are about two hundred houses in this district. Long ago there were more houses in it. They were all made of bricks and mortar and white-washed every Spring. Most of the houses are slated but long ago they were thatched.
Butlerstown was once called Kilburn. When the Butlers came to Ireland they built a castle in Kilburn and ever since it is called Butlerstown. There is a part of the parish near Kilbride still called Kilburn. Big Ned, Daddy Jim, Mr. and Mrs. Carey Holycross, Anne Dolan, Kate Finnucane and Mrs. Walshe, The Avenue are over seventy. Some of them are over eighty. Daddy Jim is an Irish speaker. There are some old ruins around - Butlerstown Castle, Knockeen and
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2019-10-11 15:22
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The fox does the most harm. He takes away chickens, hens and turkeys. He also bore holes into the crops. The pole-cat kills dogs, rats and hares.
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2019-10-11 15:20
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The wild animals are very rare around this parish, such as the fox. hare, ferrets, pole-cat, lizards and the badger. Foxes, hares and rabbits are found in Carraig Eotal. There are pole-cats in Mount Congreve. The foxes, hares and rabbits are found in furze bushes. The badgers and ferrets live in the ditches. If you licked a lizard under that would be a cure for a burn. Another old cure was for the whooping cough to give an ass a piece of bread and boil the crumbs he dropped on the new milk and give it to the sick person. The old people had great cures for every sickness. They never sent for a doctor or nurse.
There is a cure for the kidneys in a flower called gill-cock. All these animals are very wild. They live on clover, grass, turnips and mangolds. Some of them do a great deal of damage on the farmers.
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2019-10-09 18:22
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There lived in the house where Mr. James Power of Kilbeg now lives, a family of Caseys. They were very rich but very miserly. Once upon a time they were repairing the houses. When the dwelling house was finished Mr. Casey asked his wife how she liked it. She replied "that is beautiful" but that she would like to have a flagstone outside the kitchen door.
"Very well" said he "I will not be long getting one". He brought out one of his workmen into the old adjacent graveyard and they removed one of the tombstones and placed it outside the door. Mrs. Casey was very pleased with it and everything was alright until night came. In the course of the night all the family were roused by a terrible noise outside the door. Mr. casey got out of bed and went to the door but the noise was so great he was afraid to go out. He got up early next morning and the first thing he did was to replace the tombstone. He never afterwards heard a similar noise.
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2019-10-09 18:10
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here a couple of years ago but some of them have since been rebuilt. Others have been cleared away and the stones taken away for other buildings. There are a few ruined houses still there - the old police station on the road leading to Kilmacthomas and a few others. The police station was blown up during the time of the Black and Tans. A great many people from the village and from surrounding districts went to America about fifty years ago. That is why there are more houses derelict than formerly.
I know of only one song in which Kill is mentioned. That is Donncha Rua's 'Eachtra Giolla an Amhráin' in which he says "Nó ina na gCill ón tSuim go chéile".
The most of the land in this plate is tilled. There are bogs to the north and east of the village. The land to the south and west is good and produces fine crops of wheat, oats, barley, beet, potatoes, turnips and mangolds.
There are woods to the south of Kill. They belong to Colonel Poer O'Shea of Gardenmorris. There is a lake in Ballinlough about a mile from the village. It forms part of the Gardenmorris property. colonel O'Shea's house is half a mile to the south-west of Kill.
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The name of my village is Kill. It is in the parish of Kilbarrymeaden in the barony of Decies without Drum. There are now twenty-six houses in the village. There are twelve on the road leading to Bonmahon. There are three houses and the school-house on the road leading to Waterford. There is only the police-station on the road to the north of Kill. There are nine houses on the road leading to Kilmacthomas. There were twice as many houses in Kill a hundred years ago. Long ago most of the houses were thatched. After some time they were all slated except a few. Two of the houses are now covered with corrugated iron.
There are three shops and four public houses in the village at present.
The word 'Kill' means a cell or small church.
There are seven people - three men and four women - over 70 at present in Kill. No-one speaks Irish now but Mrs. Cummins and Mr. Corcoran, who have both a fair knowledge of it. These two are the only two story-tellers in the village.
There were a great many ruined houses
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2019-10-08 18:15
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good man and don't mind me". The farmer got frightened and turned back to see if there was any sign of the woman he had called, coming. After a while she came along. He told her what had happened. "O come away quickly" she said. As they were going along she told him that he was not the only man who had seen and spoken to this man and got the same answer. She said the place was haunted by some spirit.
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2019-10-08 18:12
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Not far from the village of Kill there is a holy well. At twelve o'clock every night they say that a ghost is seen there. It is said that certain people saw this sitting on the stile leading into the well. People from the district had occasion to go to the well when the one nearby dried up. Some people went to the well one night and are supposed to have seen the ghost. The moment they saw it thy ran from the spot and never afterwards ventured to go near it at that hour. Others are supposed to have seen it sitting on the stile reading a book. A light is often seen there too at midnight and people often wonder at it. It can be seen only once and by one out of ten people. Some people say that it is St. Brendan that guards the well. Nobody can take water from the well after 10 o'clock. A small farmer who lived not far from the blessed well had to call a neighbouring woman one night as his wife was ill. After calling the neighbour and telling her his message he waited a while on the roadway until she was ready to come with him. Tired of waiting, he walked along. Suddenly in front of him he saw a man standing on the roadside. He seemed to be reading a book. The farmer said 'Goodnight' to him but he did not answer. He spoke again to him and said "What are you doing here , my good man?" The man spoke to him, saying "Go your road, my
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2019-10-08 17:33
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go raibh aghaidh Petticoat leis an gaineamh san Mair Rua agus ná féadfadh sí aon díobháil a dhéanamh. Tá sí ann ó shoin agus beidh go dtí lá an luain.
Fuair an sagart bás trí mhí ina dhiaidh sin ach bhí sé sásta nuair chuir sé Petticoat Loose dá cóis.
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2019-10-08 17:29
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Droch sean-bhean a bhí ann fadó ab ea Petticoat Loose. Peatach mór be ea í agus dhein Dia í a dhaoradh nuair fuair sí bás. Chuir sí trí páiste ná raibh baistithe chun báis agus go leor daoine eile. Sheasuigh a sprid i lár an bóthar gach oíche agus cuireadh sí chun báis éinne ná déanfadh rann di. Is mó duine fuair bás mar sin. Casadh fear léi oíche agus é ar meisce. Shíl sí ná bheadh aon trioblóid aici é do mharbhú ach bhí breall uirthi. Nuair a thais sé fé chaith sé é féin isteach in abhainn a bhí taobh leis agus d'imigh Petticoat Loose suas sa spéir ina sprinlíní tine.
Oíche áirithe tháinigh sagart óg ina coinne agus é ag léamh a leabhair. Ní raibh aon eagla air roimpe ach bhí scannradh uirre sin. Cheistigh sé í i dtaobh a daoradh ach bhí sí sin comh gasta nár innis sí an fhírinne dó. Fé dheire d'airimhigh sé na peacaí a dhaor í agus caith sé géilleadh. "'Sé an píonós a churfidh mé ort anois" ar sé "ná é seo : caithfear súgáin a dhéanamh den gaineamh san Muir Rua go dtí Lá an Bhreitheamhais". Nuair airigh sí na focail sin d'iarr sí air cead a thabhairt dí barra a méire a choiméad ós ceann an uisce chun go mbádfadh sí na longa a geighadh an rslí ach níor thug sé an chead di. Ansan d'iar sí cead air gruaig a cinn a coiméad ós ceann an uisce ach ní fuair sí é. D'eitil sí léi ansan agus caith an sagart a leabhair iompaithe. Chas sé agus d'innis sé don sagart go raibh aghaidh an leabhair leis an gaineamh. Thuig sé ansan
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2019-10-07 16:41
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Timpeall sé mhíle ar an dtaobh thiar de cathair Portláirge in áit ar a nglaotar an Cnoc Dubh tá carraig mór agus ar an gcarraig seo tá rian crúb bó agus stóil. Tamall beag isteach ón mbóthar atá an charraig seo agus tagann daoine ina sluaite ann ó gach áird chun í d'fheiscint.
Tá scéal uaigneach i dtaobh na carraige seo ag na sean-daoine :
Fadó seasadh bó ar a dtugtaí an Glas-Gamhnach ar an gcarraig seo agus tagadh daoine bochta ó gach áit sa cheanntair chun é a chrúadh. Crúadh gach éinne a dhóthain bainne uaithi agus líonadh sí gach arthrach ina gcrútaí í. Deireann na daoine go líonadh sí pé arthrach dá mhéad é. Seasadh sí i gcónaí ar an gcarraig agus ní raibh a fhios ag éinne cá gheibheadh sí bia. Is dócha gurab é Dia a chuir ann í chun bainne a thabhairt dos na daoine ná raibh bó ná gabhar aca le linn an droch-saol.
Ní sean-bhean ghrannda sarrtach ina chónaí san áit agus chuir sí geall le comharsain di go dtabharfadh sí féin árthrach léi ná líonfadh an ghlas-gamhnach. Tháinigh sí chun an bó do crúadh agus iad a bhearfadh sí léi ná criathar! Bhí a fhios aici ná féadfadh an bó an criathar a líónadh agus thosnaigh sí á crúadh. D'oibrig sí léi agus an bainne ag imeacht trí thóin an chréichir gur thosnaigh siní na bó ag tabhairt fola. Chrom an bó ag scréacadh agus nuair chonaic sí a bainne ar an dtalamh chuir sí béic mí-nádúrtha aisti agus chuir chun siúl í agus í ag búirthigh. Ní fheadar éinne cá ndeachaidh sí ach ní fuarthas a tásg ná a tuarisc riamh ó shoin.
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2019-10-07 16:35
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Deirtear go bfuil mac rí an Spáinne curtha a i reilg na Cille.
Tamall ó shoin bí crainn mhóra ag fás ar an dtaobh thuaidh de'n séipéal . Dheich mbliadhna ó shoin gearrach iAd, agus fuarthas uaigh agus cnámha duine fé préamha crainn feagha Bí an crann féin céad go leith bliadain d'aois, agus is deallrathach gur adlachadh an corp ann déadta bliadain roimhe sin. Ní raibh aoinne eile curtha in aice leis agus sin comharta gur coigcroideach é.
Dubhairt sean- duine a bí in a comhnaidhe sa Chill gur mac rí na Spáinne a bí ann. Níl aon búnús againn leis an scéal sin ach é seo:
Sa mbliadhain 1588, nuair a bí Pilis ' na bannriogan ar Sasna chuir an dara Pilib i rI na Spáinne cabhlach mór chun Sasna a chuir fé chois. Níor éirig leis é sin do dheanamh , faraoir !Thainig storm mhillteach agus scaipeach na longa go léir thimcheall cósta na breataine agus ne h-Eireann. B'fheidir gur badhadh ceann acu i nAuini na mbreatan, so chomarsanacht seo, agus gur cuireach na daoine a bodhadh ann i reilg na Cille ór b'í na áit adlacta ba giorra doibh. B'feideir go raibh mac rí na Spainne in a measc súid agus gur adlacadh annso é.
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2019-10-07 16:04
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Timpeall sé mhíle ar an dtaobh thiar de cathair Portláirge in áit ar a nglaotar an Cnoc Dubh tá carraig mór agus ar an gcarraig seo tá rian crúb bó agus stóil. Tamall beag isteach ón mbóthar atá an charraig seo agus tagann daoine ina sluaite ann ó gach áird chun í d'fheiscint.
Tá scéal uaigneach i dtaobh na carraige seo ag na sean-daoine :
Fadó seasadh bó ar a dtugtaí an Glas-Gamhnach ar an gcarraig seo agus tagadh daoine bochta ó gach áit sa cheanntair chun é a chrúadh. Crúadh gach éinne a dhóthain bainne uaithi agus líonadh sí gach arthrach ina gcrútaí í. Deireann na daoine go líonadh sí pé arthrach dá mhéad é. Seasadh sí i gcónaí ar an gcarraig agus ní raibh a fhios ag éinne cá gheibheadh sí bia. Is dócha gurab é Dia a chuir ann í chun bainne a thabhairt dos na daoine ná raibh bó ná gabhar aca le linn an droch-saol.
Ní sean-bhean ghrannda sarrtach ina chónaí san áit agus chuir sí geall le comharsain di go dtabharfadh sí féin árthrach léi ná líonfadh an ghlas-gamhnach. Tháinigh sí chun an bó do crúadh agus iad a bhearfadh sí léi ná criathar! Bhí a fhios aici ná féadfadh an bó an criathar a líónadh agus thosnaigh sí á crúadh. D'oibrig sí léi agus an bainne ag imeacht trí thóin an chréichir gur thosnaigh siní na bó ag tabhairt fola.
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2019-10-07 15:40
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bhí fir ag obair ins an mbhóithrín atá le hais na h-áite seo an lá fé dheire agus fuaireadar cloiginn daoine sa claidhe. Sin comhartha go raibh sean-reilig ann.
Tá sé ráite leis go bhfuil pasáiste fé thalamh ag dul ó sean-mhainistir Baile Ristín go dtí Mainistir na Cille Bige, áit a raibh mainistir mór fadó. Dhein na manaig an pasáiste seo chun go mbeadh sé maráit folaithe acu le linn gabhtair. Tríd an pasáiste seo teigheadh na manaig ó Baile Ristín go dtí an Cill Beag. Tá an pasáiste sin le feiscint fós. Páirc an Teampaill glaodhtar ar an sean-pháirc ina raibh an sean-mhainistir fadó agus Paróiste na Manach a bhí ar an bparóiste ina raibh sé.
Níl le feiscint ann anois ach rian fothracha an mainistreacha. Deirtear go bhfuil manach curtha ós comhair na h-altóra sa séipéilín atá ann anois. Ní bíonn Aifreann ann ach uair sa bliain. Tá go leor daoine ó gach áit curtha sa reilig ach is annamh cuitear éinne ann anois. Is í an reilig is ársai sa ceanntar seo í.
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2019-10-03 17:39
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for the County Council. Almost tenty people went down from the Beanncán in America in recent years.
The place is not mentioned in any old saying or song as far as I know.
Most of the land around the place is poor. It is marshy and unfit for cultivation but there is some good land to the east of the place at Kilbeg. There is a belt of woodland from the church in Kill to the carpenter's house in Sleveen. There is a lake about a mile from the place. There was a woman drowned there one night some years ago. She is buried near the cemetery gate in Kill. There is a river near.
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2019-10-03 17:33
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put whirling round the road and when he came to his senses he found himself in the village of Kill. Mr. James Corcoran heard the traps coming and wondering what the matter was about. He was about to get out of bed to go to the window to see what it was but he was unable to do so. He was held in the bed and couldn't stir till the funeral was gone. When the people around heard of it next day a few men went over to the graveyard and saw that Mrs. Hally's grave had sunk during the night.
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2019-10-03 17:29
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Some time ago there was a woman named Mrs. Hally buried in Kill cemetery. She came from a place called Knockaturney in the parish of Rathgormac. She should have been buried in Mothel by right but by some mistake she was buried in Kill. She was only a short time buried when it is said that her dead friends came from Mothel one night and brought her home and buried her there. One night at twelve o'clock a hearse and many traps following came into the village of Kill and stopped at the little chapel gate. It was the old police who were there then. Two of the police, namely Sergeant McClure and Cosyable Morrow were on duty. They happened to be sitting on the window-sill of Mr. Cooney's house which was then Morrissey's. They got a great fright when they saw the hearse and traps approaching and the people going into the graveyard. They saw the coffin being taken from the graveyard and put in the hearse. The funeral went off by the road leading to Kilmacthomas. There was a man named James Carthy who lived in Ballinlough going home from Kill when he met the funeral. He was
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2019-10-03 16:50
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Timpeall míle go leith ar an dtaobh thiar den Chill tá Faithcín no Baile Ristín. Láimh le Bun Machan i ngleanntán uaigneach atá an áit. Tá séipéil beag ann agus reilig. Tá sruthán ag rith tríd an glenntán idir an séipéil agus ionad ne sean mainistreach.
Ba mhór le rá an mhainistir sei in alladh agus go leor manach innte. Tá sé ráite gur aistrig an mainistir agus an roildh dá leonta féin treasna an tsruthán oíche áirithe. Deirtear gur chuireadh Protastúnach i reilig na mainistreach agus nár thaithnigh san leis na manaig. An maidin a bhí ina gceann tháinigh iongha agus allta otha nuair fuaireadar iad féin, an mhainistir agus an roildh ar an dtaobh eile den sruthán agus uagh an Protastúnaigh ins aonar san áit inar chuireadh é.
Deir daoine eile go raibh an talamh ar an dtaobh eile ró-fhluich chun curadóireachta agus go mbíodh an mainistir láimh le bheith báidhte le linn thuille agus gurab é sin an cúis gur aistrigheadar.
Tamall ina dhiaidh sin tháinigh oireamh chun páirc na mainistreach a threabhadh. Sul a raibh deire leis an obair aige thit ne cpaill maol-marbh fén gceachta agus b'éigin do casadh abhaile gan a thuilleadh a dhéanamh. Deirtear leis go raibh sé ina mhairtineach, ón lá san go bhfuair sé bás.
Tamall ina dhiaidh sin cuireadh prátaí sa pháirc céanna. Beirbhigheadh cuid aca. Togadh an ceann den corcán ach ní raibh dada istigh ann ach cubar.
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2019-10-02 11:49
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buttons each and whoever goes nearest to the bob gets first toss. We toss two buttons at a time. If they fall heads the tosser wins them but if they fall heads they are left inside and tossed for by the next boy.
3. It takes about four persons to play skittles. They must draw a circle on the ground. Then they put five thick sticks about six inches long on the circle with a number on each one. Each person in turn gets three fairly long sticks to throw. If he knocks one of the numbered sticks outside the circle he gets that number but if the stick remains inside the circle it is not counted.
4. About six boys play Hunting the Fox. One runs off through the fields and pretends to be a fox. The others follow and pretend to be the hounds. If they catch him he fights and tries to escape and after a good fight he lies down and pretends to be dead.
5. There must be two boys spinning tops. One boy puts a cord round his top and spins it. While it is spinning the other boy tries to break it by hitting it with the spike of his own. The best wood for making tops is the wood of the crab-tree because it is so hard. We cut the tops ourselves and the blacksmith puts spikes in them.
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The games I play are
Hide and Seek
Spinning Tops
Pitching Buttons
Playing Marbles
Leap the Frog
Football
Skittles
Hunting the Fox
Tog o' War
1. To play Hide and Seek there must be at least five or six boys. They all stand against a wall while one boy says a rhyme. For each word he says he points to a boy an whoever the last word falls on he has to hunt. He faces the wall and closes his eyes while the other boys are gone to hide. When they are ahide they cry 'whoop'. Then the seeker tries to find them and catch some of them before they reach 'bar'. If he catches one or two before they reach bar they must hunt next time, but if they all reach bar safely the same boy must hunt again.
2. There should be about four or more pitching buttons. We first put a stone on the ground. The stone is small and id called a bob. We then stand ten or twelve feet from the stone and pitch the buttons. We throw two
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2019-10-01 22:41
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Once upon a time a man was drawing stones from a ruin near the top of a steep cliff. He saw his cattle were in the corn so he went to drive them out. He tied the horse near the ruin. When he went over to the cattle a field away from where he left the horse he had a job to drive them out of the corn.
At length the task was done and the farmer returned rather tired to where he had tied the horse. When he reached the spot the horse and cart were gone. He heard laughter down in the strand. He looked down and saw the horse below and she tackled to the cart but he saw nobody.
He went down but the horse was not injured in any way but was standing contentedly.
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2019-10-01 22:33
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Once upon a time there lived a man near a great many ruins. One night as he lay in bed he heard a terrible noise. He rose and went about the house but there was nothing wrong. He was about to go to bed again when he heard the terrible noise. He went to the window and looked out. Th first thing he saw were the ruins and then he saw a great black carriage drawn by eight horses - four pitch-black and four milk-white. There were three men driving them. They were dressed in long black cloaks. Dawn was just breaking in the sky. Then suddenly from the distant farmhouse came the
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2019-10-01 22:25
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Gulls used to alight on this rock and build their nests on its summit although it is not very high. So it was like the home of the gulls.
In the time of the war when manure was very scarce people who had no manure of their own and could not afford to buy any got boats and got the manure off the island to manure the land for them. They drew a lot of it in from the rock in this manner. But it proved a failure because it was no good for fertilising the land. When they got the other manure they did not draw it any more.
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2019-10-01 22:20
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by a very lonely part of the road where once a man was killed and ever since he was killed it was said that that part of the road was haunted and nobody liked to pass there after nightfall. As this man was passing the haunted part of the road he saw somebody approaching him. When he was only a few yards away he leaped in over the fence. The man, thinking it was some neighbour who was playing some trick, leaped in over the fence also and resolved to find out who it was. After he had searched under every bush in the fence he continued his journey homewards. When he went home who should he see but the person whom he thought was playing a trick on him. It was then that he fully realised that it was no human being but the man who had been killed there previously.
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2019-10-01 22:13
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Many years ago a privateer was wrecked off the coast of that strand. The privateer was driven during a terrific storm up to Faill an Airgid. The pirates had just plundered two ships and had burned the ships and escaped with a great cargo of gold and silver. It drifted round the coast for several hours. The people who saw her would not go out to her because they were afraid that the pirates would kill them. At length mountainous waves filled her with water and she began to sink. Some of the pirates jumped into the sea intending to swim to the strand but they were drowned. The pirates on the ship began to fling the chests of gold and silver into the sea but they had not one flung into it when the ship with all her gold, silver and pirates. The people named the strand Faill an Airgid because the ship with millions of pounds worth of gold and silver had sank off its coast
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2019-10-01 22:06
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Once a man was journeying home from a distant neighbour's house. On his journey homewards he had to pass
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2019-10-01 22:05
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cock-crow; then the fairies vanished and he was released. He, in great rage, went home and next day so as to have revenge he got a saw to cut down the white-thorn bush. While he was cutting it a thorn went into his eye and before a month had passed he had completely lost the sight of that eye. So instead of him having revenge on the fairies it was the fairies who had revenge on him.
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2019-10-01 22:02
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Many stories are told of fairies having revenge on those who harm the white-thorn bush. The following is one which tells what occurred about a quarter of a mile from our house.
Once a man was returning home very late at night. he had to pass a lone white-thorn bush which was planted in the centre of a gap which lay directly in his path homewards. When he came to the gap it was thronged with numerous little people who would not let him pass. he stood there for some time wondering what he had better do. After much meditation he said to himself that he would go home a different way - a roundabout way. To his surprise he found that he could not move. he had to remain there until
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2019-10-01 17:57
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St. Anne's Well is situated a little bit below Ballylaneen Chapel about three miles from this place. It is a very holy well for people with great sores were cured in it. The person must go there three times and each time he must wash the sore in the water and throw in a penny or a half-penny. The chapel is called after the well for it is called St. Anne's Church. The Pattern on Patron Day for that place is on the 26th of July and it is only on that day each year that people are cured.
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2019-10-01 17:53
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There is a little strand about a half a mile from this district called Faill an Airgid. There is legend connected with it as follows :
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2019-10-01 17:49
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The island is situated in Ballyvoney Cove. It ia about half a mile east of Stradbally.
Some of the aged people of the district have told many a legend about this so-called Gull Island. The following story tells how it got its name :
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2019-10-01 17:47
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Once upon a time there lived a pagan. One day as he was passing a statue of the Blessed Virgin. He threw a stone at it and hit the image in the face. It began to bleed. If it did, he got a fright and believed in the True Religion. He became a great saint and he taught many people to love and fear God. He also taught all the pagans he knew to love and fear God.
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2019-10-01 17:44
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In a certain house some two or three miles west of Stradbally it was a custom that some men would gather in to play cards in the evenings after their day's work.
One night as they were playing and enjoying themselves as usual, they did not notice the time slipping. It was near twelve o'clock when they set out for home. They had to pass a lonely part of the road on one side of which was a graveyard. When they had gone about a quarter of a mile past the graveyard they saw a funeral approaching. A woman came up to them and told them go inside the fence until the funeral had passed and to be sure not to look out. They jumped in over the fence and they were very nervous. One of the men said that that woman was his mother. When they were inside the ditch one of the men said he would like to see it pass but the other did not want to let him look out. The inquisitive fellow looked out however, and as he did so a man who was standing outside the ditch put his finger into his eye and he was blind for the rest of his life.
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2019-10-01 17:19
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would not go astray but once he lifted his head and saw a bluish light away to his right. He did not mind the path any longer but made directly for the light thinking it was his own home. Suddenly the light vanished and he thought that his people had gone to bed. He tried to find the path again but could not. Glancing up again he caught sight of the same light again but this time it was shining at his left-hand side. He went at full speed towards it but it went out again and he fell into a bog-hole. It was near morning when he at last found the path for home.
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2019-10-01 17:14
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crow of a cock. The carriage, horses and drivers immediately vanished. Never was the carriage seen at the ruins again because the cock crew while they were there and so broke the spell.
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2019-10-01 17:12
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is situated near Stradbally.
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2019-10-01 17:11
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Once upon a time a certain man was building a fence near this well. There was a flat stone over the well. The man took the stone as he thought it was no harm to do so. That night his hand swelled and he was very sick. He told his servant to carry the stone back to its place. The servant did as he was told. The mans fingerprints remained on the stone ever after. This well
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2019-10-01 17:05
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Oileán Táin, or the Island of the Cattle is not exactly an island as it is bounded only on three sides by water. It is about a mile west from here. Long ago a rich man owned all the land around Oileán Táin. He owned a lot of cattle and when he wanted to bring some of them to the fair he used to gather them on that island in order to select those which he wanted to take with him to the fair. That is why it was called Oileán Táin.
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2019-10-01 16:57
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people named the strand Crann na gCapall - in English, The Horses Tree. So that is how Crann na gCapall got its name.
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2019-10-01 16:55
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Crann na gCapall is a little strand near Trá na mBó. There is a legend connected with it as follows :
Long ago a great oak tree grew on top of the cliff of Crann na gCapall. Its shady branches afforded splendid shelter on a stormy night. There were several horses in he fields around the cliff. Every stormy night the horses went to rest und the branches of the tree. One night a flash of lightning struck the tree and knocked it. The lightnong also killed three horses that were resting under the branches. The
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2019-09-30 22:56
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steel was nearly all saved although a fierce storm was on at the time the ship was wrecked. Nome of the crew was drowned as the ship before it got wrecked drifted in very near the land. The men then jumped off the ship into the two little boats which were almost sinking on account of the weight of the cargo which was put into them. The crew were received kindly by the people who lived near Trá na mBó in the little house which is now in ruins. The crew were nearly all English except for two Lascars and an Irishman.
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2019-09-30 22:50
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not believe it. He said he would go to the ruin and look for the gold. His people tried to persuade him not to do so but he would not yield to their entreaties.
One night he was going to a neighbour's house. He had to pass the ruin. When he was passing it he thought he heard a noise in it. He went in and saw a man holding a blue light in his hand. He ran to the gate after the man. The man kept running until he reached the neighbour's house. He was very frightened at first but then he only laughed when he thought of how foolish he had been. On his way home he said he would go in there again and get the hidden gold.
He went in again and the ghost was there before him. He ran but the spirit ran after him. Just as the ghost was coming near him he thought of his beads. He put his hand in his pocket and took out his beads.
The ghost said that he was a lucky man to have his Rosary Beads. He never went that way again after nightfall.
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2019-09-30 14:55
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One night a man went to a wood nearby to cut down a tree and steal it home as he could not get an opportunity in the daytime. When he had it cut down he took it upon his shoulder to carry it home.
As he was walking along he saw something approaching him. He could not distinguish what it really was until it was only a few yards away. A funeral was approaching him steadily. At first he became astonished and began to walk quickly. But to his amazement it stopped as it was passing him. One of the men in the funeral came up to the man and asked him where he got the tree. The man told him he stole it, so in order to punish him for his mean trick, the ghostly man cast a spell on him so he became as the other men in the funeral and nobody ever saw him again from that day onwards.
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2019-09-30 14:47
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Long ago a ship was travelling from south Wales to Dungarvan with a cargo of coal. When she was about half-way on her journey a storm arose and she was tossed about like a cork on the mountainous waves which threatened to smack her into matchwood every moment. After a desperate struggle the crew managed to get her as far as Boatstrand but no farther. She floated about helplessly for a few moments and then sank like a stone before any assistance would have been given. All the bodies were found, however, except that of the captain who was a Dungarvan man. The people had been searching for three days but no trace of him could be found. Then on the fourth day the priest said Mass on the strand and just as Holy Mass was finished the captain's dead body came floating in.
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2019-09-30 14:41
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The maid told her that she had burned a load of furze under it but could not get it to boil. She called the servant-man and asked him where he had got the water. He said 'from the blessed well'. She told him to carry it back again. When he went back with the water the well was quite dry. The well was never the same afterwards.
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2019-09-30 14:37
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field was ploughing the land one time. He dug away the flags and brought them home. After some time his finger became very sore and swollen. He was attending the doctor with it.
One day the doctor told him his finger was not improving at all and that it would have to be cut off. The poor man went home very sad. He was telling the neighbours and they, too, were very sorry for him. The parish priest heard it. He went to him and told him to put the flags of stone back near the well again. He did so and gradually the sore finger was recovering. The swelling went down and soon it was better again. The priest told him not to ever again interfere with that well.
The people used to honour the well after that. It was said that there must be the ruins of a chapel around near it. The people used to throw buttons, pins, pennies and half-pennies into the well.
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2019-09-30 14:14
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There are many stories told about this holy well. This is one of them. One very dry Summer a man came for water to this well. He brought it home and put it in the boiler. The maid of the house put a load of furze under it and the water was as cold as when it was put in. The farmer's wife inquired of the servant why the water was not boiling
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2019-09-30 14:10
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overhead them. The cock flew down and landed on the table; he began flapping his wings, quenching the lights and scattering the cards on to the floor. Everybody remained silent for a few minutes and at last the man of the house gathered up the cards and threw them into the fire, for hr knew it was a token for him and he never played cards ever after.
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2019-09-30 12:45
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Once upon a time there was a blacksmith by name Jackie the Lantern and he had a servant called Billy the Crow. One day the devil went into the forge and he saw a gold shoe hanging up on the wall which he said he would try to get. He asked Jackie what did he want for the shoe and Jackie said "A purse of sixpences". "Alright" said the devil and he gave him the purse. That day Jackie went to Billy. "We will do less work while we have the money". One day they went to a public house and they had a few drinks. When Jackie went to pay for the drinks all the sixpences were stuck together and he could not move one of them. So that was what he got for his golden shoe. No person went into the forge often for anything and so they were broke out of everything.
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2019-09-30 11:34
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Once upon a time not many years ago a little merchant ship was wrecked off the coast of Trá na mBó. The cargo which consisted of iron and
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2019-09-30 11:33
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The ruin of an old castle is to be seen near Dungarvan. It was said to be haunted and that there was gold buried there and it was protected by the ghost of a man.
A certain man of the district who was very brave did
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2019-09-30 11:30
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Near the village of Stradbally is a holy Well. It is said that a little boy of the district was blind. His mother brought him to the well three times and washed his eyes in its waters. The third time he ran about picking wild flowers. This well is near the top of a cliff and it is on the land of a native of Stradbally.
The well is surrounded by great flags. The owner of the
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2019-09-30 11:28
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There lived a man in the neighbourhood who was a great robber. This man wished to steal some of the fruit but in order to enter the orchard it was necessary to cross a narrow bridge. This certain night the robber ventured into the orchard and seeing the trees laden with the best and ripest of fruit, he filled them into a bag and slung the bag up on his shoulder. As he was going out over the bridge again he saw some object sitting in the centre which would not permit him to pass. The man had to remain there until the ghost had vanished, which was 2 o'clock in the morning. The man then went home well satisfied as nothing terrible had happened to him. The minute he reached home he opened the bag. To his astonishment the bag which had once contained apples now held nothing but stones.
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2019-09-28 12:20
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One night a man was on his homeward journey. It was getting late and he was still far away from his home. It was a cold stormy night and he wished to be at home in his warm comfortable bed. He was watching the path carefully so that he
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2019-09-28 12:18
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One dark Winters night a man was returning home from a long journey on foot. As he was walking along he saw a man walking in front of him, keeping an equal distance in front of him. The man was not in the least frightened for he thought it was one of his neighbours, so he called after him to wait and keep him company for the remainder of his journey, but the other man took no notice but continued on his way. The ghostly man went into a field and the man followed because the ghostly man had cast a spell on him so that he had to follow him until midnight. When the man began to
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2019-09-28 12:14
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Card-playing was a custom in almost every house in Ireland in days gone by and it is kept up in many houses to the present day.
One night a crowd of men were assembled together in a certain neighbour's house card-playing. They were playing away peacefully for some time until at last an argument arose between two men as both of them accused each other of cheating. In the house where they were playing there was a fowl-house just in the room
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2019-09-28 12:10
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He drove along the strand and went home by road. He did not draw any more stones from that ruin.
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2019-09-28 12:09
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Páircín Fhíodóir is the name of one of our fields in Ballinarrid. There is a legend connected with it and this is how it runs :- Long ago a weaver used to be weaving cloth there. The air was very healthy over the cliff so the weaver used to sit there the whole day long and weave away. That is how the field got its name and it is called Páircín Fíodóir by all the people around to the present day.
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2019-09-28 12:06
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Once a ship came into Ballydwan Cove in a great storm. All the crew were lost but it was the fault of a native of the place named Kelly. When the sailors saw that they were sinking they threw in a rope which the people on shore tied around a rock. Then the sailors scrambled along the rope towards the rock. When they were about halfway across this man Kelly rushed up and told the men that if the sailors were drowned they themselves would get salvage money. So saying he cut the rope, the sailors fell into the sea and were drowned.
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2019-09-28 11:49
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There once lived a man who owned a very large orchard in which there were many apple trees which bore an abundance of fruit every year.
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2019-09-28 11:48
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Carraig a' tSeabhach is a large rock nearly half a mile south-west from our school and on the top of the cliff. Long ago there were a great many hawks on Carraig a' Seabhach. They used to build their nests down the cliff and along the sides of the rock. Englishmen and Scotsmen come here annually and descend the cliff in quest of green-hawks eggs which are very valuable. Thus the place got its name.
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2019-09-28 11:44
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driven up near Bonmahon by the terrible wind. The crew came into Bonmahon Strand and the captain being able to speak English they found their way to Waterford with little difficulty where they boarded a ship and returned to Spain.
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2019-09-28 11:42
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This great ship, The Redé Spaniard was wrecked off the coast of Bonmahon in 1898. Luckily no-one was lost for they were rescued in the boats that were attached to the ship but very little of it was saved owing to the fierce storm that was on at the time the ship was wrecked. The ship was very greatly damaged however so the crew abandoned her at once knowing that she would undoubtedly sink. The ship was Spanish and was going to Spain from Cardiff, being
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2019-09-28 11:35
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Once upon a time a rich man had up to a hundred sheep. They used to sleep in the same field every night. This field was very small. It is only a half an acre. After a while the rich man called it the Liss of the Sheep. As time went on the people called it Liss na gCaoire. Later the people around called the whole place Lios na gCaoire and it goes by that name to this day.
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2019-09-28 11:32
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2019-09-28 11:31
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Not very many years ago a man only a mile from my home had a liss in one of his fields. There was a blackthorn bush over it. The man went and cut the tree because it was only taking up room. A few days after that all his horses perished. It is said to be unlucky to harm anything belonging to the fairies.
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2019-09-28 11:28
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Páirc a' Leasa is a field about a mile west of Ballydwan. There is a liss alongside the field. One night my grand-aunt was passing through the field and she happened to glance over the ditch into the liss. What should she see but a fairy in the middle of the liss with a purse in his hand. When he caught sight of my grand-aunt he disappeared. As the field was so near the liss it was called Páirc a' Leasa.
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2019-09-28 11:23
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Once upon a time there was an enchanted cow in this place. She used to fill a bucket for everyone who would milk her. But a certain man said she would not fill a sieve for him. As he went to milk her, her tail fell off and she disappeared and was never seen again. That is why the place is called Gleann an Earabail. Gleann an Earabail is situated between Bonmahon
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2019-09-28 11:19
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A little distance from our house there is a liss of which numerous stories are told. The following is one of them.
In this liss there was a great hole dug in the ground. One day a man was passing through it and seeing the hole, he went over to it and looked in. He saw a most beautiful staircase leading down to a room, as he thought. He did not go down but hurried home as quickly as possible and related the whole story to his people. It was afterwards said that when they went down there with candlelight the light would quench when they were down a certain distance so nobody ever succeeded in finding out what was at the end of the staircase.
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2019-09-28 11:14
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In Ballydwan Cove there is a rock by the name of Oileán tSeán. It is only a rock with a little green patch on the top of it.
It is said that long ago there lived a piper in the district. He made his living by going around from town to town playing on bagpipes and receiving pennies from the people. But he used spend most of his time in Ballydwan.
In the Summer evenings when the people of the neighbourhood would be finished work they would all go to hear John, the piper, playing on his on his bagpipes on Ballydwan Strand. He was able to play most beautiful tones.
Then everyone used give him something. He had a little hut of his own in which he used to sleep when he would come around and he would live on what he could collect from the people.
At length John grew old. He was not able to go to town anymore. One night as he was playing on the strand he collapsed and died.
It was said that his ghost was seen on this rock playing on his pipes. Music was heard from time to time on the strand in the evenings.
So the people say that John kept up his old habit to entertain them. So the rock got its name as Oileán tSeán or John's Island.
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2019-09-27 13:43
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Long ago a ship came into Bonmahon. It was the Peter and John. When she was out along, the people of Bonmahon saw her and rushed to the shore. When she was near the shore she became stuck in the sand and capsized . All the crew were thrown ashore. The people on the strand rushed out and saved them. Then they unloaded the cargo and the people got a lot of things for themselves such as coal. candles, biscuits and sweets. But they never managed to haul in the wreck. When the tide is out it can still be seen. It is a little way out from the shore.
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2019-09-27 13:38
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Long ago a great amny people lived in that district and they owned a great many hens, ducks, geese and turkeys. All the fowl used to spend the day in a certain bog and the bog was so frequented by them that it was called The Bog of the Hens or Móin na Circe, for it was the Irish name that was always used. At first it was it was the bog or marsh only that was so called. After a while, however, the entire district came to be known by that name.
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2019-09-27 13:34
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One night during a fierce storm an Italian schooner drifted helplessly by near the mouth of the River Mahon. People on the shore fired rockets but the crew did not understand the apparatus. There was a great rope which when thrown out might save some of the crew. When it was thrown three men leaped from the bow and grabbed it. When they were nearly in on the strand the rope snapped and the three men were drowned. The first man that came in safely was an Italian named Pitero or Pietro. When all the crew were in onshore they began telling the people what happened them but they did not understand the language. Luckily for them the priests understood a little Italian. They stayed onshore for a week and then sailed back to Italy in their schooner for it was not damaged.
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2019-09-27 13:25
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Móin na Circe or The Bog of the Hens is situated to the west of our house. This is how it got its name :
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2019-09-27 13:23
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the sweat began to run off him in gallons. He saw a most ugly-looking creature in front of him. He, in terror, fell to the ground in a weakness. When he recovered, the apparition had disappeared. The man went home as quickly as possible. he knew it was a token for him not to be out late at night-time lest some evil thing should happen to him.
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2019-09-27 13:18
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One night a man was cycling home from a dance. He had to pass by a certain old castle which was supposed to be haunted and which was situated on a very lonely road. When he came to the castle he stopped and
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2019-09-27 13:16
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In this district there lived many years ago a certain family and nobody knew to what religion they really belonged. It so happened that one of them died and after much tribulation as to where the corpse should be buried it was at last decided that it should be buried in a Catholic graveyard. Certain men were appointed for the digging of the grave and everything connected with the burial.When the work was completed and the men had received the customary reward they went into a public house nearby to enjoy themselves, as they thought, for a few hours. When they came out again they saw the same coffin which they had buried, high up in the air, going straight in the direction of another graveyard which was not a Catholic burying place. The men then guessed that the person whom they had buried was not of the Catholic religion.
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2019-09-26 23:11
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This great schooner ran aground in Bonmahon Strand thirty years ago. Luckily the men were saved and they returned to their homes. The wreck is not to be seen now as it is covered by the dense sand. It was bound from Liverpool to Dungarvan with a cargo of coal and iron. During a terrific storm it ran aground but part of the cargo was saved as well as the men themselves. The greater part of the cargo and ship was however, severely damaged and it was not worthwhile re-floating the ship. The coal and iron were given as a reward to the people who saved the crew.
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2019-09-26 23:06
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this meant, then he remembered that a man was killed off a horse near the quarry. When he was passing the quarry he saw all the stones falling near him. He ran on until he came to the graveyard and the very same thing happened. He ran home and never did he go to a dance after.
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2019-09-26 23:00
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Once upon a time there was a man who was very fond of going to dances. One night it was very late when he was leaving the hall. He had to pass by an old haunted quarry and further on there was a graveyard. When he neared the quarry he heard the shouts. He began to think what
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2019-09-26 22:57
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One of our fields is called The Dúinín. It is situated to the north-west of our house and is a large flat field containing about seven acres. In one part of it there are some rocks and furze but the rest is flat and level. Long ago when the fairies inhabited the lioses and raths they lived in a little fort or dún in this field. That is what gave rise to the name Dúinín and we call it that still.
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2019-09-26 22:52
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racing and so on. Of course there was much noise and shouting, much sound or music, if one might call it music, so that is how the place got the name Móin a Gleó or Móin na Ceoil'
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2019-09-26 22:50
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Móin na Ceoil is situated to the north of our school. There is a legend connected with it which runs as follows : Long ago when the miners were working there it was said to be their playground. They played all sorts of games in the evening when they would retire from work such as football, hurling, jumping
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2019-09-26 22:47
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until they would reach Abbeyside graveyard where he should be released. But when they reached it they passed it also. They passed by Stradbally graveyard and all the neighbouring graveyards until they reached a graveyard near Waterford. When they entered this burying-place the three coffin-bearers started arguing very heatedly. The man who had helped them asked someone in the crowd what the argument was about. The latter replied "They are looking for you to kill you for you took the place of the fourth man who was carrying the coffin". The man then realised that it was no ordinary funeral which he had attended. He had taken a ghost's place for there had really been four carrying the coffin though he had only seen three of them. Lost in thought and very weary he walked back home to Lismore that night.
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2019-09-26 22:39
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One night a man was journeying from Lismore to Cappoquin on foot. As he was walking along he saw approaching him in the darkness, three men carrying a coffin on their shoulders. He, being a kind-hearted fellow, thought it was unfair for only three men to be carrying it. So he stepped in and filled the empty space. But the other men never stopped or uttered a word but continued their journey. He walked on with them thinking they were stopping at the nearest graveyard which was Whitechurch graveyard, but to his amazement they passed by without noticing it. They continued their journey and the man who had joined them was becoming weary and tired but he said to himself that it would not be long
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2019-09-26 22:33
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him. He called the dog one day and walked along the top of the cliff. He then caught the poor old animal which had served him so faithfully for many long years. He felt lonely but then he thought of the grand young dog he had at home instead of him. He then pushed him down without further hesitation. But the unfortunate poor old animal was not killed.
He could not come up, neither could anyone go down for him. His master had pity on him.Each day he used bring bread and bones and throw them down to the dog.
The dog lived down in the strand for seven years being fed by his master. The strand got the name of The Priosún, a prison because the dog was in prison there and could not get out.
One day when the farmer went down with the dog's feed he saw the poor animal dead below on the beach.
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2019-09-26 22:18
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There is a strand near my home called The Priosún. Its pebbly beach is surrounded by steep cliffs. No-one can get down those cliffs for they are almost sheer.
The following tale tells how the place got its name :- Once upon a time a farmer of the neighbourhood had an old collie dog. This dog was very cross but the farmer was very fond of the animal. Police came to him and notified him to destroy the dog because he was dangerous.
After some persuading he said that he would get rid of
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2019-09-26 22:14
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they destroyed the monastery and put the monks out in a boat on the sea. Ten of the monks were drowned and two escaped. The two monks told the people that they knew what happened the other monks. The two monks lived for a while after, for people used to give them lodgings. But after a good while they died and were buried. It is said that the ghosts of these monks who were drowned were seen later wearing their brown habits. The Monastery Field is now owned by Mr. William Cullinane. It is opposite his residence. It was formerly owned by a protestant gentleman, Mr. Watts. Even in the Protestant gentleman's time this field was never ploughed, neither is it ploughed at the present day.
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2019-09-26 22:01
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There was once a monastery in one of the fields near Bonmahon. Twelve monks lived in this monastery. When the Danes came to Waterford
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2019-09-26 22:00
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There is a little island to the south-west of Bonmahon School. It is called The Danes Island. There is an old legend connected with the island. Long ago when the Danes came to Waterford they landed on this island. They used to sleep on this island at night and used to raid the country every day. The Danish chieftain at the time was named Ó Bric. He had this residence on this island. It is from him that the townland Templeyarick got its name. It is Teampall Uí Bhric or the Temple of the Danish chieftain Ó Bric. After a time, however, the Danes went away from the island. Then the island was called The Danes Island in memory of the Danes. The island is near the little strand called The Cuainín. It was not very easy to go out to the island walking before, but now a path is made across to the island and many people go out to the well-known Danes Island.
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2019-09-26 21:50
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was hay in the field in little cocks. With this wonderful gust of wind a cock of hay rose high in the air and flew away over the land.It was shining with different brilliant colours in the sunshine. It flew along for some time carried along by the fairy blast, then it fell.
In connection with the Sí Gaoithe it is believed that if it met a person it would carry him off. But if he faced it and threw a fistful of clay at it it could not do him any harm. Sometimes it does a lot of destruction and it is said it is caused by evil-minded fairies.
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2019-09-26 21:45
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The field, Páirc na Sí Gaoithe is in my father's possession in Ballydwan. Some of the legends about it were told by a very old man of the neighbourhood.
There are many legends in connection with this field. The best known one is the Sí Gaoithe which means the Fairy Wind. It tells how the field got its name. It is believed that in this field the Sí Gaoithe or fairy blast used to rise and carry off whatever happened to come its way.
One beautiful Summers day in all the calmness and mildness of the noontide a sudden gust of wind arose. There
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2019-09-26 21:38
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Once upon a time a man lived all alone in a little cottage. He was very poor and he often longed to find a crock of gold for the family. He believed in fairies and he hoped sometime to see them. One night he was coming home to his cottage when he heard grand music. He crept to the place where he thought the music came from and saw a little man with a green cap sitting on a mushroom. He stole up to him and grabbed him. The little fairy was terrified but when the poor man told him that he would let him go if he gave him a crock of gold. He offered to lead him to the gold. When the man got the crock he went home joyfully. Next day he ordered men to build a new house. Now the place where he meant to build the house was a lios. the workmen hadn't the house half-built when it fell down.All the rest of the gold in the crock turned into old withered leaves.
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2019-09-26 21:30
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ahead of them as something evil was sure to happen. A few days after the house went on fire and was burned to ruins. All the family were rescued except one child who was burned to death in the conflagration.
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2019-09-26 21:28
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Situated a little distance from our house is an old ruin which once was a fine building inhabited by wealthy people. Long ago it was said that if anyone saw the Banshee some great misfortune should happen to that person's residence very soon. One night the family who lived in this house which is now in ruins , heard a great noise. The man of the house arose and went out to learn the cause of the noise. A little distance off he saw the Banshee and she combing her hair. The man, with a sorrowful heart, returned to the house thinking of hat misfortune lay
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2019-09-26 20:38
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Long ago it was believed that the fairies used to steal any strong healthy babies and leave delicate miserable little creatures in their place. Once upon a time there was a lovely healthy baby in a certain house. One night as their neighbours were going in to visit them they perceived two women crossing the yard. One of them went in the window to the room where the baby was sleeping; the other one remained outside the window. One of the neighbours proceeded to the window. When the fairy outside saw her coming she ran away. The fairy in the room gave the child out the window thinking that her companion was outside to take it. But instead the neighbouring woman was there to receive it. When the fairy was giving it out she said "Run, because I give you power to run". The woman took it and brought it in home. When the child grew up it was able to run with the speed of a swallow. It won many a race.
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2019-09-26 13:43
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Before St. Patrick came to Ireland and for centuries after, buildings of every kind were round. The old lios in Deerpark is typical of the buildings of thse far-off days.
A deep circular trench was dug. The clay was thrown up on the inside to form a high mould.
On top of this was ............. nothing, it seems.
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2019-09-26 13:40
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In olden days it was supposed that there were fairies here in Ireland. One night the father and mother of the house and the family were sitting around the fire when a knock came to the door.
The man of the house answered the door and the little man outside asked for a loan of his horse for a while. The farmer asked how long would he want him. He said until morning as he wanted a nurse and doctor.
The farmer gave him the horse so he drove for the nurse and doctor. When the nurse and doctor had the patient all right the little man drove the nurse and doctor home. When he paid them he told them not to look at the money until daylight in the morning. They looked at it before they were to,d so the money turned to be pieces of sole leather instead of money.
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2019-09-26 13:34
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As he came nearer to the fairy he looked back to call his sister and on turning around the fairy was gone and sparán a' scilling was lost.
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2019-09-26 13:33
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There is a fort in Knockalishen. It is said that fairies used live there long ago. The fort is round, it takes up about a 1/4 acre of ground. It is surrounded by some white and black thorn bushes which nobody ever seems to touch.
About fifty years ago an old man was gathering sticks for a fire two fields away from this fort. Near the ditch under a furze bush he saw a vey small man about the size of a baby, wearing a small red cap, red suit, buttoned knee britches, a red face and side-whiskers which seemed to be grey.
It is thought that this fairy man had what is called sparán a' scilling. Every time the purse was opened it contained one shilling.
On seeing the fairy he thought he was lucky. He went near the fairy to catch him and to demand this lucky purse. He did not know that he should not look back
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2019-09-26 00:14
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joining them. There they played games and practised weapons. Sometimes they went farther inland for provisions and weapons but at most times they did not come farther inland than Bán Oileán. They named it Bán Oileán or the Island Lawn because they always played their games there.
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2019-09-26 00:11
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One of our fields is called Bán Oileán. It is just opposite the Danes Island. There is a legend connected with it as follows :-
Long ago when the Danes inhabited the Danes Island they often came to Bán Oileán across the narrow strip of land that it is now which is
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2019-09-26 00:07
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Poll a t-Suainis is a hole or cave in the cliffs at Ballinarrid. There is a legend connected with it and this is the legend :-
Long ago there lived a girl with her father and mother. Her father and mother wanted the girl to marry a prince but the girl was really in love with another man. When her parents knew that she was in love with another than the prince whom they wanted her to marry they cleared her out of the house one night with a couple of her servants. They went into a boat and went out to sea. It was a very stormy night and the the boat was driven into a little hole in the cliffs and they called that hole Poll a t-Suainis because it gave them peace from the raging sea.
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2019-09-25 23:58
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Once there lived a woman who had a lot of turkeys. She lived on the road just at the opposite end of a chapel where there was a graveyard. The turkeys used to be often inside in the graveyard so the woman used to feed them there. When she had them fed she used to take the meal off her hands by wiping them to the grass of the graves. Not long after she married and a daughter was born to her. Strange to say, the daughter had no fingers. Then the neighbours told her that she should not have wiped her hands on th grass of the graves and that is why her daughter had no fingers.
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2019-09-25 23:53
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used to be frightened to pass by it late at night. The man went to his neighbour who owned some pigs and he told him that he had killed one of his bonhams. When the neighbour went to count them he had them all. It is said that a fairy turned himself into a bonham, for the fairies can turn themselves into any form they like.
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2019-09-25 23:43
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and three coaches if he would go to his house which was haunted and make the ghost in it vanish. He also told him that two men who attempted it before were found dead. The man at first declined the offer but remembering that he had a charmed life readily accepted it. That night he went to the haunted house and arrived there at nine o'clock. He went to sleep and woke up at 11 o'clock. Suddenly he heard a loud noise and saw a terrible-looking creature coming down the chimney. When it was on the floor the man said "Clear out of this house". The apparition leaped at the man but suddenly stepped back saying "I will if you do this. My body is buried at the garden at the back of the house . Get a coffin and place the remains of my body in it and be sure to bury it in the wood". Then the apparition went up the chimney again and vanished. The man next day done as the spirit had told him and buried the body safely in the wood. When the owner met him he told him the whole story. The owner gave him the things he had promised. The man lived happily ever after and died a natural death at a good old age. It was the charm that saved him from the apparition.
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2019-09-25 23:30
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once upon a time there lived a man who had a charmed life. Only himself knew that. It had been told to him by an old woman who had been his nurse when he was an infant. She was now dead and gone. The man firmly believed that he had a charmed life for it had been proved. Once he was crossing a field during a storm. Two fierce bulls that were in the storm began to chase him. He ran, but too soon he saw that the bulls would easily overtake him. Just as the bulls were about to gore him there came a terrific flash of lightning. It killed the two bulls but left him unharmed.
One day a very wealthy man came to him and offered him a horse and a little farm
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2019-09-24 23:21
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to do so. One day as she and the child were alone in the house she murdered the child and a stain of blood remained on her hands so she washed them in a basin. Not long after, the aunt died and it was said that her ghost was seen afterwards washing her hands in the same basin.
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2019-09-24 23:19
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There once lived a man and his wife who had one child who they loved very much. In the meantime the child's parents died so he was left an orphan. After the death of his parents his aunt came to take care of him. At first she showed great kindness towards the child but as time went on she became cruel and wished to rid herself of the care of him and plotted and planned
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2019-09-24 23:15
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One night a few men were assembled together in a certain house.They were talking away peacefully for some time when all at once they heard a great noise as of a cow bellowing. The man of the house, thinking it was a cow who had entered the farmyard, lit a lantern and went out. Just as he was returning to the house again he saw a figure all dressed in white with long white flowing hair and which was travelling in great speed and every few minutes uttered a most lamentable cry. He came in again and related his great adventure to his companions.They told him it was the Banshee following the dead. The following morning they heard that a neighbour had died suddenly that night so the Banshee was keening the dead.
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2019-09-24 23:07
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Once upon a time a poor man went out to dig his dinner of potatoes. When he went into the little field he noticed that there was no clay at all on the potatoes. He took up some but they would not fit into the bucket they were such a size; so he had to go for a rope to carry them home. When he brought them home they would not fit in any pot so he had to hang them on a rope over the fire. His sons came in to their dinner. They all had enough in one potato. The poor man had potatoes enough the full year round.
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2019-09-24 23:03
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coming behind him. He looked around and saw a coal-black horse with a big bushy mane and two fiery eyes galloping behind him. The man knew that this strange horse was the Pooka and trembled with fear. When it overtook him it seemed quite friendly so the man got a bit brave. It bent down in front of the man meaning the man to get up on his back. The man understood. He leaped upon the horse's back. The animal started off with the speed of a swallow and brought the man safely home in a couple of minutes.
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2019-09-24 22:59
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One night a man was coming home from a neighbour's house about twelve o'clock. On his way home he had to pass the ruins of an old house which was haunted. As he drew near the place he thought of all the stories about ghosts he had heard as a boy. Suddenly he heard the noise of an animal
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2019-09-24 22:57
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Once upon a time three men went birding at night-time. They saw a little robin in a bush. One of the men asked the others would he kill her. "Do" said the man that held the lamp and so they did. After a little while they saw another robin and meant to kill her too. Just then a man with no legs came rushing out of the bush. The men, in great terror, fled from the place. When they reached home they told their story. The people told them that it was not right to kill a robin. It is considered an unlucky thing to do. The men were so frightened that they never afterwards went birding.
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2019-09-24 22:52
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many years.
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2019-09-24 22:52
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Once upon a time there lived a man and his wife. They had only one son. The man grew ill and died. Every night after, his ghost was seen in the room. One night he said to the son "Would you like to come with me?" The son said he would. The next day the woman and her son were walking around the house. The end of the house fell in on them. The woman escaped but her son was killed. The ghosts of the man and his son haunted the place for
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2019-09-24 22:47
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One night there was a man sitting by his fireside. This man was very nervous for he had often hard of ghosts. He had a bucket of coal alongside him. He lit his pipe and started to smoke. He got a paper and began to read. He laid his pipe down in the bucket of coal. Hearing steps behind him, he looked around but saw nothing. He started to read away again. He heard the footsteps all the time behind him. He was getting very frightened. He looked in the corner for his pipe but there was no sign of the bucket of coal or the pipe. The bucket and the pipe were put outside the door by the ghost of the man who had lived there before he himself came there.
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2019-09-24 22:39
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when they went to the bedside he was dead.
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2019-09-24 22:38
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house too. They said good-bye to John and they all left that house very sad. John and Paddy on their way home that night shed many a bitter tear. Paddy asked John when would he come home again. John said "This night five years Paddy the two of us will be coming down this boreen again". The following day John and his uncle left home and set sail for America. Paddy spent many a lonely day after John.
The time drew near and the five years were coming to a close. Paddy received a letter from John saying that he would see him soon. But John got a cold and was very ill. The night that John was to see Paddy he did not come and Paddy paid his usual visit to the farmer's house. That night when he was coming down the boreen he felt very lonely. Then he heard the footsteps coming after him. He stood and the noise stopped just by his side. The night was very dark and so he could not see anything. Cold sweat began to run down his forehead. He began to walk again and again he heard the footsteps. They passed along down the boreen and Paddy went home. He was no sooner inside the door than Annie, John's sister, came in and asked if he saw John and said that she was in the kitchen and he came in and went out again.Paddy took off his cap and blessed himself saying "May God rest John's soul this night". A few days after, they received a letter saying that John was dead. At eleven o'clock the night he died he seemed to be in great agony. Then a smile lit his face and he said "I have kept my promise to Paddy". He closed his eyes then and
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2019-09-24 22:24
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Once upon a time two families lived near each other. Those families were great friends. Two of the boys were great pals. They were cousins, too. They used to go together to a neighbour's house. Their uncle came home from America and said that he would take one of the boys, named John, back with him. The comrades were very lonely at the thought of parting. The last night that they were to be together they decided to spend it in the neighbour's house. There they met the boys and girls who used to visit that
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2019-09-24 18:57
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white-thorn bush opposite your house. Go and seek it but take this sword and it will guard you against evil". Then he disappeared. The next night the man and his wife went to the white-thorn bush. The man carried a spade and the woman carried the sword. Just as he began to dig, a terrible sound reached their ears and they saw an animal with a wolf's body and a bull's head galloping towards them. The woman lifted up the sword and the animal, with a fierce roar of rage and disappointment, vanished, Soon after the man dug up the crock of gold and they lived happily ever after.
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2019-09-24 18:51
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There once lived an old man and his wife in a little cottage in a dark wood. One night they were sitting by the fire when suddenly they heard a sound behind them. They looked around and saw a shining figure standing just behind them. He held a sword in one hand and this he handed to the woman. "I am your grandfather" he said "and I have a crock of gold buried beneath that
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2019-09-24 18:46
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Once upon a time a man lived alone in a cottage by the seaside. He had a dresser laden with shining delph in the house. On this dresser stood a beautiful jug, the colour of gold. One night the man looked into it and he happened to wish it was full of money. When he came into the kitchen the following morning he got a very great surprise - the little jug was full to the brim of gold pieces. Of course the man made made up his mind to use the money. But he soon got a still greater surprise. No matter how often he took out a few coins the little jug always remained quite full. Things went on in this way for some time and the man was comfortable and happy. But after a while a change came; the man grew greedy; he was not content with having enough. He thought within himself that he would store up countless juga and jugs of gold. So he got a large bag, then he caught the handle of the jug and turned the jug over in the bag to empty it. But he heard no pleasant jingle of falling coins and this astonished him. He groped in the bag; it was empty. He looked into the jug and that was empty. He placed it sorrowfully back on the dresser. It was empty the following morning and it was empty ever after.
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2019-09-24 18:34
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to secrecy about the matter and warned him not to tell anyone about it. Many years after the man's death when his grandson inhabited the place and when the house itself was beginning to decay an apparition was at it every Wednesday night which was the night on which the man had ordered his money to be buried. One night as the grandson was going to bed he heard a loud noise behind him. He turned around and saw an apparition a few feet from him. It was the apparition of his grandfather but he did not know it. The apparition said "I am the ghost of your grandfather. My riches are buried in that field. You go get them and keep them". The apparition then vanished. Next day the grandson went to the field and began to dig slowly but surely. At last he came upon a huge chest. Opening it, he found it was full of jewels and gold. The money enabled him to build a new house and buy large farms. He lived a rich man to the end of his life. The apparition of his grandfather was never seen after.
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2019-09-23 14:49
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Once upon a time there lived a very wealthy man in a wealthy and prosperous district. He died at an early age leaving a wife and son to mourn his loss. He was ill for a long time and on the night he died he called his son to his bedside, telling him to bury his money and jewels in a field nearby. He bound him
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Bhí buachall ann fadó agus bhí sé tar éis teacht abhaile ar a laethanta saoire ó coláiste. Fhaid is a bhí sé ann do bhí a mhuinntir tar éis tigh eile a cheannach agus bhí seomra an buachaill sin thuas an staighre. An chéad oíche a bhí sé ann dúisíodh as a shuan é de gheit agus chonaic sé duine éigin ins sheasamh in aice a leaba agus léine bán air. Tháinigh eagla air agus chuaidh sé i bhfolach fé sna súsanna agus thosnaigh sé ag paidreoireachta. Tar éis tamaill d'fhéach sé amach arís ach bhí an rud céanna ann fós. Fé dheire do chrom an buachaill ag béiceadh agus rith a mháthair isteach chuige ach bhí sé tar éis tuitim i laige agus é ag cur allais. An lá ina dhiaidh sin chuala sé go raibh ainm aerach ar an seomra san le fada an lá agus nár chodail éinne ann le bliaina roimhe sin.
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2019-09-23 14:34
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There once lived a man in a little cottage close to the ruins of a great castle which was said to be haunted. The man, a fierce dauntless fellow, determined to find out if the castle was haunted or not. On a certain night towards 12 o'clock he set out to the castle carrying a lantern. What he saw at the castle astounded him. He saw six tall fierce men standing at a great six-legged table. They were eyeing one another savagely. Great
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2019-09-22 21:55
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Nuair bhí Eoghain Ruadh Ó Suilleabháin ag fáil bháis thánaig bean isteach chuige féachaint an bhfuigheadh sí garaidheacht a dhéanamh dó
Thug Eoin comhairle a leasa dhí agus dúirt sé gur mó an méid coir a bhí déanta aige. Ag seo síos mar ráinigh na focail as a bhéal.
'Naonbhair is naoi bhfichead do chuireas-sa féin amú
D'óig-mná cailce do briseas-sa féin a gclú'.
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2019-09-22 21:50
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Gleann beag garbh isea Bun a' Tairbh. Tá sé suite timpeall dhá mhíle go leith ó Lios Mór ocudha. Ag seo síos mar a fuair an gleann a ainm más fíor an scéal a chuala Pádraig Ó Muiríosa go bhfuil chur síos air i dtosach a leabhair. Cuirea m'fhocla féin ar an scéal mar ní raibh an m'acfuinn é scríobh síos uaidh focal ar focal mar dheineas leis na cinn eile.
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2019-09-22 21:43
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"agus é scríobhtha ina aigne ins chroí as na intinn gur cuid de áirseóirí Cliodhna iad.
Thug sé órdú do bean a tighe tine maith a chur síos agus corcán uisce. B'ait le bean a tighe den ciall den bun nó den rúta a bhí lena chuid cainte, den beannacht a fuair só ó d'imigh sí gur tháinigh sí. Dhein sí síos an tine agus teidh sí go mear a leighis nó a bhí an t-uisce ag féahaint aice dúirt sí pé gnó a bhí á dhéanamh.
Dúirt sé léi gurab é an gnó a bhí aige di náa dhá leanbhaí féin do thabhairt thar nais agus a dhá siobhra a bhí sa cliabhán do caitheamh síos san uisce te agus iad a dhóigh.
Bhain sé an clár den corcán ansin agus rug sé ar an mbeirt siabhra a bhí sa cliabhán. Do cheangail sí lena chéile iad le córda. Bhí sé díreach a gcaitheamh síos san uisce nuair luíadar is bhéiceadar san mBéarla be bhreá a bhain leis an Seoirse ba mhó a bhí sa seana-Shasana agus gur an-fhuireasta iad do thuigseáil. D'iarr sé siad cá raibh an bheirt a bhí anseo rompa ná cuirfeadh sé sa tine iad dá gcuirfidís thar nais iad an beirt a bhí ann rompa. Dúirt siad go gcuirfidís ach timpeall dhá uair a chloig go leith a thabhairt dóibh.
Dúirt an táilliúr ná scaoileadh sé as a láimh iasd go ndóighfeadh sé iad. Dubhairigheadar leo na leanbhaí do chur thar nais go raibh beirithe ortha féin. Fé cheann uair a chloig bhí an beirt leanbhaí thar nais sa cliabhán agus d'éiríodar araon ingal diabhlaidheachta amach as an simné ar fad agus sin é a feacaidheadh díobh".
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2019-09-18 22:55
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it his way lay along a very lonely road. A little way back from the road in its very loneliest part there were the ruins of some old buildings. Though he was a brave man he began to tremble with fear when he neared the ruins. It was said that on a certain night every year strange noises were heard in the ruins, but never was anything ghostly seen there. As the man was passing the ruins he saw something terrible to behold. The 'something' was a great huge horrible creature with huge eyes like great balls of fire. If it was another man was there he would almost certainly faint so horrible was the creature. It began to give ear-splitting noises that made the man stagger with fear. It seemed a year to the man until the cock luckily crew, though in reality it was only a few minutes With lightning speed the man raced home and haltingly and with great difficulty told the story to his brother. The man, his brother and the neighbours never stayed out late at night from that night out.
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2019-09-18 22:46
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There once lived a very brave man who stayed out very late at night for several nights in succession. On this certain night he happened to be coming home from a visit to a relative who lived some miles away. As luck would have
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2019-09-18 22:44
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difficulty the man succeeded in bringing the coffins to the graveyard and burying them there. His people at home - his wife and his mother did not know where he was gone so he had to work very quickly. He finished his work at 5 o'clock in the morning. He was home at half-past five. Then he noticed that he had no tie. There was a chest of drawers in the kitchen. The first one he opened made him gasp in astonishment. For in it was two thousand guineas. This enabled him to buy a farm so he lived a rich and happy man to the end of his life. There was never an apparition seen at the old ruined castle from that night out.
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2019-09-18 22:38
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lanterns burned dimly in the room showing the savage faces of the men who were really apparitions. Suddenly the foremost of them produced a brace of pistols and aimed the left hand one at the fellow sitting nearest to him. There was a loud groan followed by shrieks of rage. The fight lasted for about half-an-hour. At the end of that time the man turned his head for a few seconds.When he turned back he found to his great amazement everything had vanished. He went farther into the castle and suddenly six apparitions clad in white robes appeared. They were not the same as he had seen fighting in the hall. One of them seized him roughly by the shoulder and asked him "What business have you here?" "I came to see if this place was really haunted" gasped the astonished man. Another of the apparitions seized him by his right shoulder and said "There are twelve coffins at the back of this castle. If you take those twelve coffins to the nearby graveyard you shall receive two thousand guineas for your trouble". The apparitions then disappeared. With great
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2019-09-18 22:28
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let the grass grow under his feet from that home.
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2019-09-18 22:28
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One night a man was coming home through a lonely road. As he drew near the ruins of an old house he began to tremble. He thought of all the ghost stories he heard as a boy and that made him more afraid. But at last he grew brave and determined to pass the ruin. Just when he thought he was safe he glanced in one of the windows of the ruin and what he saw made him shiver with fright. A white object was standing directly inside the window holding a light in his hand. The man didn't
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2019-09-18 22:15
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Go bhfóire Dia orainn, shíl sé nach raibh aon dul as aige ach é féin do crochadh. Do sheas sé ar ghéig ar dtúis; chuir sé lúb ar a mhuinéal agus i slí éigin cheangail sé a chosa leis an ngéig; ansan lig sé dó féin titim. Thit sé i ndiaidh a chinn agus d'fáisc an rópa ar a mhuinéal agus crochadh é ma sin bun ós cionn. An maidin ina dhiaidh sin fuaradh é agus é fuar marbh. Bhí fhios ag na daoine go dian-mhaith cad ba chionntach leis mar is minic a chonacadar an beirt i bhfochair a chéile agus le déanaí bhíodh sí sin anois is arís ag siúl trí Tighna Coille le buachaill eile. 'Sé an rud uafásach a bhaineann leis an scéal ná gur thóg an crann seo croc fir air féin fé mar d'fhás sí as san amach. Na géaga nár gá leo is amhlaidh a thiteadh as ach d'fhan na cosa is na géaga os an ceann díreach mar bheadh fear mór nó fathach ina sheasamh ar a cheann. Ní raibh an t-ádh leis an áit as san amach agus is mó na rud mí-adhmharach a thit amach ann - seo ceann acu - Timpeall triocha bliain ó shoin bhí fear bocht ó Baile Dhubhán ag teacht abhaile ó Dúngarbhán tar éis ualach coirce do dhíol. Nuar do shrois sé an crann ar slí éigin d'imigh an capall ar éigin uaidh. Níl fhios ag éinne i gceart cad a thit amach ach pé ar domhain é, tháinigh an capall abhaile slán agus fuaradh an fear bocht fuar marbh ina sheasamh agus a dhrom leis an gclaidhe díreach ós comhair an crainn. Oíche seacha a bhí ann agus bhí an sioc comh geal le sneachta. Nuair a tógadh an fear bocht d'fhan rian an duine ann ar feadh an Domhnaigh ar fad, mar b'é an Domhnach a bhí ann.
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2019-09-18 21:57
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Once upon a time there lived a woman a few miles from the town. She used to go to town every week with the butter and eggs.
This certain day she started off walking because at this time there was no other way for travelling. On the way she became tired and sat down to rest so it was noon before she reached the market.
She had to get some messages an being Winter time it got dark early so it was almost night before she left the town. She said to herself that it was getting late so she would take the short-cut home. She did not like taking the short-cut because on the way she would have to pass the castle and it was said to be haunted. But at the same time she went the short-cut. Just as she was passing the castle she saw the tall figure of a man. It was dressed in black and moving slowly up and down. It had its hands clasped over its head. He was uttering low sad groans.
She got afraid and started to run until she came to the end of a boreen. She ran in the boreen. At the end of the boreen there was a little house. She went into the house and told them her story. They said that the boss of the house had often seen that ghost. She stayed there until morning and then went home.
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2019-09-18 13:56
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when at last it ceased. There were twenty-nine lives lost and there were twenty found on the shores of Wexford and buried there.
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2019-09-18 13:55
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This great ship named the Alberdian Snow was lost fifty years ago. One very stormy morning my grandmother and her companions - who are now dead R.I.P - went down on the strand to see the waves as they were mountains high and they liked looking at the ships on the high waves.
Suddenly they saw the sails of a great big boat coming around he bend with men on the top of the sails shouting for help but the Passage boatmen could not go out as they would be drowned. My grandmother saw the boat go down. The storm lasted for a week
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2019-09-18 13:42
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Is gairid d'fuacht teas. Is gairid do thiormacht tuille mór.
Is níl aon rud buan ach ceart.
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2019-09-18 13:41
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Long, long ago in the very olden times there dwelt in a cottage a very poor man. One night he went to the shop at ten o'clock to look for some credit but he would not get it. As he was coming along the lonely road by himself he heard a voice but saw nothing. He listened to the voice again and he heard what it said. This is what the voice said : "Go home quickly and go in to your sleeping room the minute you will go in". The poor man did what the voice told him. When he went into the room he got a great surprise. It was full up with money. From that night he was never poor and always prayed for the soul of his unknown friend.
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2019-09-18 13:34
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in Ballinarrid. There is a legend connected with it and it runs as follows : Long ago a very rich man was living there in a very fine castle. He had a great farm and had cattle, sheep, pigs and horses. He used to leave his horses abroad in that field and that it is why it is called Cnoc an Each, which means the field, or hill, of the horses.
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2019-09-18 13:31
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Cnoc an Each is the name of one of our fields
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2019-09-18 13:30
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There is a little island near Bonmahon called Trá na mBó. It is very hard to go down to that strand for there is only a path in the cliff going down to it. People say Trá na mBó is The Strand of the Cows in English.
At a little distance away there is another strand called Trá na Streille or The Strand of the Street. It is said that a very untidy woman used often go down there swimming and that is why it is called Trá na Streille. There is also a very bad path leading down to this strand.
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2019-09-18 13:24
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Once upon a time there lived a woman in a haunted house. One night an apparition appeared to her and told her that her husband would die in a fortnights time. The woman was terrified. When she told her husband he laughed and said it was only a dream. A fortnight later as the man was driving in a carriage the horse bolted and ran away. The man was thrown from the carriage and fatally injured. Before he died he told his wife to go away from the house or she, too, would die. She did not leave the house but asked her son and his wife to come and live with her.They refused, but still she would not leave the house. There was a river near her house. One day as she was walking on the bank she slipped and fell into the river and was drowned. Her body was never found but her ghost was seen afterwards. If she had heeded her husband's warning she would not have been drowned.
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2019-09-18 13:04
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The cliff so named is about a mile and a half west from Bonmahon School. It is on the Stradbally side of Ballydwan Cove. The following story tells how it got its name. Once upon a time a ship was on its way to Dungarvan with a cargo of flour. Suddenly a great storm arose. The ship was driven with great force against the rock and was wrecked. This cliff is sheer so it was impossible to render any assistance to the crew and every man was lost. The cargo of flour could not be got at either. It was washed against the face of the cliffs were white so it came to be called Faill a' Phlúir.
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2019-09-18 12:59
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Once upon a time a man was coming home from a pub. There was a crowd of men there. This man had a deck of cards at home and he had no Joker. He stole the Joker from the men in the pub. When he was coming home he took the Joker out of his pocket and looked at it. It was snapped out of his hand by a little black man. The man that was coming home from the pub never saw the little man or the Joker ever after.
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2019-09-18 12:55
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Fadó bhí crann an-mhór - crann giúise - ag fás ina an gcoill ar a tugtar Leach na Giúise, díreach ar aghaidh Tighe na Coille, tinpeall míle ó Sráid Bhaile. Tá scéal ag baint leis an gcrann seo agus ritheann an scéal seo mar a leanas :
Nuair a d'fhás an crann seo d'fhás sí ar nós gach crainn eile agus ní raibh aon rud neamh-coitíonta ag baint leis, roinnt mhaith aimsire ó shoin. Thárla go raibh buachaill breá, óg, groidhe, deagh-chumha ina chónaí san áit sin agus le h-imeacht aimsire tháinigh trioblóid mhór air as é an trioblóid a tháinigh air ná an ghrá, trioblóid a thagann ar mórán daoine mar é ach ní mar a chéile a éiríonn leo sa ghalair. Chun leanúint ar mo scéal anois, thit sé seo i ngrá le cailín óg, álainn dathúil as Cnoc Reamhair. Bhídís ag siúl is ag siúl fé scáth na gcrann ar an mbóthar ar a bhfuil mé ag trácht.
Oíche amháin níor tháinigh sí agus d'fhan an fear óg ag faire ar gach taobh de go dtí go raibh sé déanach san oíche. Fé dheire chuaidh sé abhaile agus croí trom aige ach bhí súil aige í d'fheiscint an tráthnóna ina dhiaidh sin. Níor tháinigh sí is ní raibh fonn uirthi teacht mar bhí an grá go léir, mo lámh leis, ar an mbuachaill mí-Amharach seo. Tháinigh sé an tríú oíche ach bhí an scéal céanna aige, fairíor, agus baineann sé le deallramh go raibh sé as a mheabhar ar fad le neart grá is trioblóide is díomá. D'imigh sé is é ina gheilt is fuair sé.
Chas sé go dtí an áit ina mbíodh sí féin ag fanúint leis agus an crann díreach ós a cionn. D'fhéach sé in áirde agus
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2019-09-17 20:26
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There once lived a man and his wife who had one child whom they loved very much. In the meantime the child's parents died so he was left an orphan. After the death of his parents his aunt came to take care of him. At first she showed great kindness towards the child but as time went on she became cruel and wished to rid herself of the care of him and plotted and planned to do so. One day as she and the child were alone in the house she murdered the child and a stain of blood remained on her hands so she washed them in a basin. Not long after, the aunt died and it was said that her ghost was seen afterwards washing her hands in the same basin.
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2019-09-17 20:20
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and wondered what caused the animal to tremble. He alighted from his horse immediately and led him into a farmyard nearby and said he would walk the remainder of the journey. Just when he came to where the horse had stopped he saw a coffin in the middle of the road and it wide open. He went near it and looked into it but it was empty. He then knew what the horse had seen and walked to the end of his journey.
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2019-09-17 20:17
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One cold dark Winter's night there was a certain ma going on a journey on horseback. He was riding along at his ease for some time until he came to a lonely part of the road. Suddenly his horse stood still and trembled in great fear and neighed a few times. The rider saw nothing
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2019-09-17 20:11
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That night Owen and Peter went to sleep in the room giving orders not to call them in the morning. Before Owen went his mother called him aside and embraced him. Ten o'clock saw them all safely to bed. The next morning nearly all the household attended first Mass. One of the guests was entertaining himself reading when Carmel came in. She looked very pale and asked for Owen. He told her Owen did not get up yet. She asked him to call him. He did so but got no reply. He knocked and banged but all in vain, he got no answer. He could hear Peter talking to himself. More of the guests came to assist. They broke in the door. Alas, there was the dead body of Owen laid across the bed. It was the same Owen who celebrated his birthday the previous night. Peter was in a corner talking to himself like a child. He had lost his senses. They could not make out the cause of Owen's death. Peer died some months after without recovering his senses. The bewildered mother with her two daughters left the country. Carmel entered the convent and became a nun.
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2019-09-17 20:01
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spirit knows no peace".
All the hearers were horror-stricken. They could not believe it was true.
"Which room is it, Owen?" someone asked.
"It's the best in the north wing", Owen replied. "I wonder that none of you have heard about it. It is kept locked and mother has the keys".
"We must explore it" said Peter Killen. Owen's mother who was a widow did not want to let Owen go into the room. At last Carmel spoke in her sweet tones.
"Owen, you know ladies who ask their knights to do some deed of daring for them? Will you then, my knight of St. Patrick, defy superstition and sleep in that room tonight?"
Lady McIlory would not listen to the suggestion and then said, as if ashamed, that the room was damp and that he would get a cold. When Owen saw his mother's terrors he drew back. But Carmel spoke again and said he was a coward and that she would never, never marry a coward. Owen arose immediately and said he was no coward and he would go and sleep in the room.
When the mother heard this she nearly fainted and all the ladies there present went to her side. Some gathered around Owen persuading him not to go to the room to sleep.His two little sisters clung around him imploring him to put that daring thought out of his head
But Owen was determined. His mother gave him the keys. Owen led the way to the room, all else followed his mother was the last of the line. It as a fine room and well furnished. The servants got orders to clean the room, light a fire in it and to make the bed.
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2019-09-17 13:26
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Once upon a time a man named Owen McIlory was celebrating his birthday. He invited many guests. In the evening they all sat round a glowing fire and were telling ghost stories. The girl Owen intended to marry soon after was there. She was a very beautiful girl, this Carmel Brown, with beautiful skin, dark passionate eyes and blue-black hair. There was a foreign look about her. She was descended from the Spanish nobility.
When everyone had finished his story there was silence for a few minutes. Suddenly Owen said :
"I wonder if any of you know that this house has a haunted room - the blue room they call it?"
"No. Tell us about it" was the chorus from every side.
"Tis over the north wing of the house" said Owen "and they say an ancestor of mine committed a murder in it, killed the heir that he might have the place. It happened one Christmas Eve and on the unhappy Sir Owen's 21st birthday, too. Tonight, Christmas Eve, is my birthday. Strange, isn't it? And they tell us that every Christmas Eve the old gentleman's ghost appeared in that room to repeat the awful crime for which his restless
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2019-09-17 13:17
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Is gairid an mhoill bhúr mbuairt.
Is gairid d'fhuacht, teas.
Is gairid do thiormacht, tuille mór.
A's níl aon rud buan ach ceart.
Durrúghadh na muca maith. Durrow of the Fat Pigs.
Seachain an tobac láidir mar tosach láidir agus deire lag.
Deineann seilbh sásaimh.
Coinneal agus coinnleóir ann!
Agus cá bhfuil an leath-cheann san?
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2019-09-17 13:13
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agus tar isteach sa tigh go tapaidh". Dhein an fear amhlaidh, gan an culaith do bhaint den póiní a cuigint. Chuadar isteach agus dúnadar doras an tigh.
Nuair a tháinigh an maidin dúirt an sagart leis an bhfear dul amach ag féachaint ar an gcapall. Tháinigh an fear ag rith isteach go dtí an sagart. "Ó" ar seisean "tá an capall caillte amach sa stábla". "Ó dé an diabhail?" arsa sé. "B'é an diabhal a bhí ann aréir; an rud a bhí uaidh ná anam an fhir a bhí ag fágáil bháis ach bhain mé an fear uaidh; shíl sé ansan teacht ormsa agus ortsa leis; nuair nach fuair sé teacht ar éinne againn fuair sé teacht ar an gcapall.
Buíochas mór do Dhia na Glóire gur mar sin a thit sé amach.
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2019-09-17 13:06
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cóisteóir, "Iompaigh an capaillín timpeall, caithfidh mé dul go dtí an fear san arís". D'imíodar go dtí an fear agus fuair an sagart go dtí an leaba ina raibh an fear a bhí ag fáil bháis. "Bhuel" arsan sagart leis "is baol liom gur d'fhág tú rud éigin it' fhaoisdín gan insint dom". "Ó níor fhág mé" arsan fear bocht. "Cuimhnigh anois" arsan sagart. "Is baol liom gur fhág tú; níl ach cúpla uair le maireachtain agat, tabhair aireachas dot' ainm, ní mairfidh tú go dtí maidin". "Bhuel, d'fhág mé cúpla rud, a athair. mar beadh eagla is náire orm iad a luadhadh" ar sé sin. "Ó ní gá aon eagla ná náire bheith ort" arsan sagart "tá Dia go maith agus maithfidh sé gach aon rud duit". Thosnaigh an fear agus dhein sé faoisdín go breá, fíor; ansan thug an sagart buíochas do Dhia, chuir sé beannacht ar an bhfear agus d'fhág an tigh; léim sé isteach sa chárr - é féin agus a fear stábla agus d'imíodar leo.
Ní raibh ach leath-slí déanta acu nuair d'airigheadar an fothram taobh istigh den claidhe arís - an fear árd agus na slabhraí ag liobarnadh leis. Bhí sé ag déanamh ar tigh an tsagart an babhta seo.
Dúirt an sagart leis an bhfear stábla an phuip do chur abhaile ar an bpóiní. D'imíodar go mear ach bhí an compánach gairid dóibh i gcónaí. Nuair a shroiseadar an tigh arsan sagart "Scaoil an capall go mear isteach sa stábla,
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2019-09-17 12:49
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Bhí fear ag fáil báis uair agus cuireadh fios ar an sagart chun a fhaoisdín d'éisteacht. Bhí póiní agus treap ag an sagart agus an buachaill stábla á thiomáint. Bhí cúpla míle nó bfhéidir níos mó ná san le déanamh acu. Thángadar go dtí an tigh. An fear a bhí ann, ní ró-mhaith a caith sé cuid dá shaol; mar sin bhí náire an domhain air i dtaobh rudaí áirithe a bhí déanta aige. Bhuel, níor dhein sé faoisdín maith mar cheil sé cúpla droch rud ar an sagart.
Nuair a bhí an gnó déanta ag an sagart bjog sé chun bóthair abhaile. Ní ró-fhada a fuair sé nuair d'airigh sé fear taobh istigh den chlaidhe agus slabhraí ceangailte timpeall air agus glór uafásach á dhéanamh acu agus é ag déanamh ar an dtigh ina raibh an fear breoite. Arsan sagart leis an
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ach ní bhfaighidh tú dada ann". Chuaidh sí ann ach ní fuair sí aon scilling. Nuair tháinigh sí thar nais, arsan fear "Ó an óinsigh dá mbáil leat do bhéal d'éisteacht gheobhthá scilling an fhaid is do mhairfeá, ach anois ní bhfaighidh tú dada choidhthe arís".
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2019-09-16 21:17
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Timpeall caoga blian ó shoin bhí botháinín gaird do mo thig ar an taobh thuaidh di. Insan tigín seo do chónaigh bean bocht agus a fear agus bhí muirear mór acu. Bhí an bean bocht i bpráinn scillinge lá mar ní raibh aon teora leis an bochtanas a's an cruadhtan a bhí ag imirt ortha. Maidin áirithe bhí an bean seo ag teacht chun mo thighse fé dhéin roinnt bainne mar ba gnáth léi. Bhí sí ag rá léi féin "Ó mhuise, bfhearr liom ná rud maith dá mbeadh dhá scilling agam chun greim le n-ithe d'fháil dom féin ados na páistí. Ar an nóimead sin cad a chífeadh sí ach scilling ar an casán.
D'imigh sí an casán céanna lá ar na mhaireadh ag cuimhneamh go bhfuigheadh sí scilling eile ann. Comh maith do fuair sí. Ar an tríú lá - dob é an Domhnach a bhí ann - d'imigh sí an bóthar céanna. Le linn é ag gabháil an doras amach, ghlaoidh a fear uirthi. "Cá bhfuil mo léine glan?" arsa sé. "Fan go fóill" arsa sí "beidh mé thar nais chun é thabhairt duit". "Ó tar anseo is tabhair dom mo léine nó beidh mé déanach don Aifreann". D'iompaigh sí thar nais is fuair sí an léine glan dó. "Seo dhuit do léine" arsa sí. Bhí sí ag imeacht arís. "Cá bhfuilir ag dul?" arsa a fear. "Ó nílim ag dul ach go dtí Páirc Cearbhaill ar a fuair mé scilling le dhá lá; b'fhéidir go bhfaighinn ceann eile ann anois". "Ó imigh leat ann" arsan fear.
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2019-09-14 20:05
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Is mo scéal atá ann i dtaobh Ár dTiarna Íosa Críost, moladh go deo leis, nuair a bhí sé ina fear óg agus é sa saol seo. Seo thíos ceann acu :-
Bhí Dia is a mháthair ag siúl an bóthar droch lá fliuch agus casadh fear a bhí ar meisce ortha. D'iarr sé cabhair ar Dia. Thug Ár dTiarna scilling dó. Casadh fear bocht eile ortha. Bhí sé bacach agus gan é ábalta bheith ag siúl. Bhí deallramh na h-aingeise ar an gcréatúr seo, bhí aghaidh bán air is bhí a chuid éadaig salach strachaithe. D'iarr sé cabhair ó Dhia ach má iarr, ní fuair sé é. "Nach ait an rud a dhein tú, a Mhic" arsan Mhaighdean Mhuire. "Thug tú airgead dó san a bhí ar meisce ach an créatúr bocht a bhí bacach níor thug tú dada dó". "Fan go fóill a Mháthair" arsa Ár dTiarna "siúl an bóthar". Do shiúladar. Ar a slí teacht thar n-ais dóibh casadh an fear bocht bacach ortha ar thaobh an bhóthair agus é tar éis bháis. Fuair Ár dTiarna anonn chuige. D'oscail sé brollach an fhir sin is tharraing sé amach máilín agus é lán d'ór. "A Mháthair" arsa Ár dTiarna "bhí sé sin ag déanamh naoimh dá chuid airgid; níor thrácht sé riamh ar m'ainm ná ar t'ainm ach oiread. An fear eile, cé gur minic a bhíonn ar meisce bíonn sé go minic ag guí chun Dé agus chun a mháthair. As an scéal seo a tháinigh an s-sean-rá seo.
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2019-09-13 00:45
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There was once a man on his homeward journey one dark night. As he neared this certain ruin of which he had heard so many tales, he saw something very strange approaching him in the darkness. As he drew nearer it appeared to be a beautiful lady clad in white robes and wearing a tall hat, riding a snow-white steed. She passed him by and disappeared just as she reached the ruin. He became terrified and hurried home as quickly as possible. He afterwards heard that that lady had been there for years minding gold which was hidden there and it was woe to the person who searched for it.
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2019-09-13 00:38
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I tis said that there was a crock of gold hidden in Dunhill Castle. One night a couple of men went with spades and shovels there to dig the gold. They came to a large flag and brought it up. Immediately they saw a huge bull coming towards them, looking very fierce and thought to hunt them away. Then there came a swarm of bees that chased them away. The men said they would never go looking for the gold again.
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2019-09-13 00:35
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One dark night a man was going to a neighbour's house. He was just nearing a lonely part of the road when suddenly he heard a crying sound. Immediately after he saw, coming round bend in the road, a host of people robed in white. They were crying and lamenting as they followed a hearse drawn by two coal-black horses. The man hid while they were passing and as soon as they had gone he hurried to the house to which he was going. When he got there he was told that a member of the family had just died.
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2019-09-13 00:29
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happened, fell dead from grief and sorrow. For many years after three apparitions haunted the ruins of the mansion.
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brutally killed by some heavy instrument. The poor elder son noticed that his brother was not half as much grieved as he. Three months after the murder strange noises were heard in the mansion. One night as he lay awake listening to those fearful sounds, an apparition appeared ad said "I am the ghost of your father. Your brother killed me because of this. He asked me for all my money and told me not to leave any to you. When I refused, he seized an iron bar and killed me at the second blow. He carried me to a field and left me there". The apparition then disappeared. Next morning the elder son was going to the neighbour's house when the younger son stopped him. "Where are you going?" said he. "You killed our father". The younger son got in a rage and seizing a dagger, hurled it at him, but missed. When he was getting the dagger he fell over a stone and the dagger pierced his chest, killing him instantly. The elder son, when he saw what had
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2019-09-13 00:19
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There once lived an old man and his two sons in an old mansion far from the public road. It so happened that the elder son went away for a fortnight on his holidays. When he returned he found that his father had been found dead in a field far from the mansion. He had been
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2019-09-13 00:16
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Once upon a time there was an old man who never noticed a clock. One night he was sitting by his fireside. He went to the door and looked out and he saw the moon shining. "It must be late" he said "and I am not ready for work". He got his scythe and he started for work. He was not long working cutting corn until a big stone fell alonside him. After a while another fell and another fell. He stopped and he edged his scythe and started to work again. The stones were still falling. He said he would cut no more. He walked away home. He met a man on his way home. The man he met asked him where he was going. "I am going home" he said. "Somebody hunted me from my work". The stranger said "Do you know what time it is?" "It must be near dinner-time" said the other man. "Go home now, you are a lucky man to be able to go home. It is one o'clock in the night" said the stranger. The man never stayed in the house after without a clock.
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2019-09-12 23:37
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One night about eleven o'clock a man was going to a neighbour's house to play cards. He had a pack of cards in one hand but just as he passed a certain spot the cards dropped from his hand. He stooped to pick them up and counted them to see if he had them all. He could not find the joker even when he had searched them through over and over again. Then he searched on the road but still he could find no trace of it. It was the devil that had taken it.
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2019-09-12 23:32
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There is a very steep high rock in Tráigh na mBó called the Diver's Rock. There is a legend connected with it as follows :-
Long ago a man named Daly succeeded in climbing this great rock.He put three stones on top of the rock and said he would be King of Ireland before anyone would remove them. No-one has removed them yet because hardly anyone could climb to the top of this mighty rock because most people knew that if they endevoured to climb it they would fall down and be severely injured. It is called the Diver's Rock on account of its steepness and terrible height.
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2019-09-12 23:27
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Chun scéal fada do dhéanamh gairid is mó rud mí-ámharach do thit amach faoi scáth an crann sin - Crann na Crocaire.
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2019-09-12 21:25
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Dé chúis ná fuair tú isteach sa chéad tigh a thug mé thú?" arsa fear na gcártaí. "Ní bhfuigheann dul isteach ann mar bhíodar á rá an Rósairí sa tigh sin". "Sa diabhal duit, dé chúis nár fuair tú dul isteach sa dara tigh?" "Ní bhfaighinn dul isteach ansan mar bhí an t-uisce cosanta curtha ac timpeall insan tigh sin". "Agus sa diabhal duit, conas a fuair tú dul isteach sa tigh seo?" "An fear agus an bhean a chónaíonn sa tigh seo níl paidir ná uisce cosaint ag tabhairt aon chúraibh dóibh. Níl siad ag déanamh dada ach ag bruigheann agus ag argóint agus ag mallaightheoireacht agus ag marbhú a chéile". "Bhuel, táim marbh agat. Dé an diabhal sórt duine a chuigint thú?" arsan fear. "Bhuel, is minic atátú tar éis m'ainm-se do rá an oíche seo an fhaid is a bhí tú im iomcar; is mise an diabhal. Bím gach aon oíche idir an fear agus an bean seo nuair a bhíd ag bruigheann as ag marbhú a chéile; caithfidh mé dul isteach anois; beidh siad seo ag fuireach liom agus beidh fáilte is fiche ortha romham". Leis sin d'imigh sé an doras isteach a's bhí sé as radharc.
Maidir le fear na cártaí, bhí sé leath-marbh leis an geit a baineadh as. Is ar éigin a bhí sé ábalta imeacht abhaile go dtí a thig féin.
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2019-09-12 21:09
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Bhí fear ag teacht ó bheith ag imirt cártaí oíche. Chas fear ar a chasán air. "Dia is Muire dhuit" arsa fear na cártaí. Níor labhair an fear eile focal leis. Bheannaigh sé arís dó ach má bheannaigh níor bhfuair sé aon freagra uaidh an babhta seo ach an oiread. "Dé an diabhal sórt fear thú ná labhrann tú liom?" arsa fear na cártaí. "Tá mé ag fuireach anseo go dtí go dtiocfaidh duine éigin a thabharfadh ar a dhrom mé go dtí mo theach mar tá mé cortha". "Preab suas ar mo dhrom" arsa fear na cártaí. Do phreab agus as go bráth leo.
Bhíodar ag imeacht agus imeacht go dtí gur casadhtigh ortha. "Seo tigh duit anois" arsa fear na cártaí "preab anuas dem' drom". "Ó ní bhfuigheann dul isteach sa tigh sin a cuigint" arsa an fear eile "caithfidh tú mé iompar go dtí an chéad tigh eile a casfar orainn". Comh maith do dhein ach bhí sé ag éirí cortha ó bheith á iompar. Casadh an tarna tigh ortha. "Seo tigh duit anois" arsa fear na cártaí "caithfidh tú dul isteach ann, tá mé cortha sa diabhal duit ó bheith it' iompar". "Bhuel! caithfidh tú mé thabhairt go dtí tigh eile, ní bhfuighinn dul isteach anseo" arsa sé. Thángadar go dtí an tríú tigh. "Bhuel" arsa sé "scaoil síos ded' dhrom anois mé, tá mé ag dul isteach sa tigh seo agus beidh fáilte romham". "Sa diabhal duit, tá mé marbh agat, tar anuas dem' dhrom" arsa fear na cártaí
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2019-09-11 23:14
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Tá páirc gairid don tigh i gCill Rosannta agus tugtar an Pháirc Milis uirthi. Déanfadh duine ar a féachaint uirthi gur beag d'féar milis ann mar ní fásann ann ach aiteann gaelach agus féar bán garbh. Chuireadh ceist ar duine lá an chúis gur tugadh a leithéid d'ainm uirtji agus seo mar dúirt sé liom.
Ba le Tomás a garsúin an páirc. Do mhair bean sa ceanntair darbh ainm Máire Liam. Bíodh sé mar nós ag Máire imeacht leis an slua (leis na daoine marbh). Bíodh sé imithe cúpla lá go dtí go gcasadh sé arís. Lá a bhuail sí le Tomás agus dúirt sí leis :- "Ná bris an páirc seo go deo mar sí seo an pháirc mhilis. Tiomáin do ba tríd gach lá sa bhlian agus beidh raidhse bainne aca".
Ón lá sin amach níor briseadh an pháirc.
Deirtear gurab é an chúis a d'iarr sí air gan an pháirc do bhriseadh ná go mbíodh bóthar nó casán ag an slua tríd agus go gcuirfí isteach ortha dá mbrisfí í.
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2019-09-11 22:43
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agus do crom sí síos chun é do thógaint ina láimh agus do chonaic sí crubh an fear agus do thit sí ina bhfantais gus d'imigh an fear go dtí cúinne an tseomra agus d'airigh an fear ina dhíol agus glaoch ar an sagart chun é do chur amach as.

Do bhí feirmeoir ann fadó agus dúirt sé leis an fear a bhí ag obair leis, bhuail go dtí an siopa i gcóir íle. Ansan chuaidh sé i gcóir an íle, bhidéil a bhí aige. Fuair sé é agus nuair bhí sé ag teacht abhaile thit an buidéil as a lámh. Tháinigh sé abhaile gan aon íle. Dúirt an feirmeoir leis buail arís ann agus buidéil eile d'fháil. Tháinigh sé leis agus dúirt an feirmeoir leis ciossúr do bhríos ar an buidéil eile. "Mar sin" arsa sé leis ag caitheamh an bhuidéal ar an dtalamh agus ansan dúirt sé leis an íle do bhreith ina hata. D'imigh sé leis agus fuair sé é. Níor chuaidh sé go léir ina hata agus do cás sé é agus do chuir sé an cuid eile insan taobh eile. Tháinigh sé mar sin go dtí an feirmeoir. Dúirt sé leis cá raibh an cuid eile de, chas sé an hata arís agus ansan ní raibh aon íle aige.
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2019-09-11 22:11
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Uair amháin do bhí beirt bean ina chónaí sa tig agus do bhí carn féir ag fás ar díon an tigh agus do bhíodar ag iarraidh bó do chur in áirde ar an dtigh chun an féir d'ithe. Tháinigh fear i leit cúcha agus bhí sé ag féachaint ar an obair. "Cad chuige ná baineann sibh an féir agus é do caitheamh cuice?" arsa sé. "Buil níor chuimhneamar ar a leithéid" arsa siad.

So mhair tiarna talmhan i Loch Garman fadó agus a iníon. An oíche seo bhí sí ina sheasamh ag an doras agus do chonaic sí fear ar dhruim capaill ag teacht agus tháinigh sé go dtí an doras agus d'iarr sé ar an gcailín an dtabharfadh sí cead dó fanúint i rith ná agus dúirt sí go dtabharfadh. D'fhan sé agus nuair a tháinigh an maidin agus nuair a bhí sé chun imeacht dúirt an tiarna leis fanúint i gcóir cúpla lá eile agus d'fhan. An oíche seo bhíodar ag imirt cártaí agus do leig an cailín ceann doibh titim uaithí agus
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2019-09-11 21:57
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Tá caisleán in aice Cathair Portláirge agus sé an ainm atá air ná Caisleán an Airgid. Oíche amháin chuir fear an chaisleáin fear eile chun faire ann ar feadh na h-oíche. Bhí an fear sásta agus nuair a bhí sé ann ar feadh tamaill d'airigh sé duine ag teacht síos an staighre agus fuair sé bás leis an scanradh a bhí air. Oíche eile d'imigh fear eile chun codladh ann. Fuair sé alán bídh ó fear an chaisleáin. Bhí sé ag ullmhú a suipéir nuair d'airigh sé an duine céanna ag teacht síos an staighre agus nuair tháinigh sé síos sa chistin d'fhiafraigh an fear de an n-íosfadh sé blúire bídh ach níor dúirt an fear eile dada ach fuair sé rásúr agus scatan agus gach rud eile i gcóir béarra é féin. Ansan d'fiafraigh an duine eile go mbearrfadh agus fáilte agus nuair a bhí an gnó déanta aige rug an fear é isteach i seomra agus do theaspáin sé leac dó agus dúirt sé go raibh pota óir fé agus fuair sé an óir agus ní raibh lá bocht aige ar feadh a saoil.
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2019-09-11 14:19
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1. Dearg thiar agus grian amáireach.
2. Nuair a chíonn tú scata faoileán ag druidim isteach sa tír ón bhfarraige sin comhartha stoirme agus fearthainn.
3. Nuair atá fuaim srutháin sléibhe go láidir, tá aimsir maith i ndán dúinn.
4. Nuair a chítear scata gé feadhain ag teacht cughainn ón bhfarraige tá droc-aimsir ag teacht.
5. Nuair a chítear an ceó ag eírí isteach ón bhfarraige tá droch-aimsir ag teacht.
6. Nuair a thiteann tuille mór san abhainn go luath is droch-aimsir atá chúghainn.
7. Fear sléibhe nó fear farraige, ní bhfuightheá buachaint ortha.
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Carraig an Únsig
In aice Chill Mhic Thomáis tá carraig an únsig suite. Sí an chúis go dtugtar an ainm sin uirthe ná go raibh bean ann fadó a thagadh go dtí an carraig sin gach lá fluic agus suidheadh sí síos ann ag caint léi féin agus ní dhéanfadh aoinne é sin ach únseach.
Mo crách is mo chas na cánan sé sneachta go sioc. Is muire is mo grá i lár na farraige amuigh gan leaba gan bád gan artach bheith agam ar bith. Mac Muire is no grá agus mo dhá láimhín casta ina cris.
Tá cloch i bpáirc taobh thoir dom thig agus deallramh leachta atá uirthi.
Tá rud éigin scríobhtha uirthí agus deireann na sean-daoine gur duine a bhí i bhfeidhil caoine ann a scríobh a ainm uirthi i Laidin atá sé scríobhtha. I bpáirc Mac Craith atá sé. Ar thaobh an claoidhe atá sé ina seasamh.
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Droichead Carraig an Aifrinn :- Thar an Abha tae atá an droichead seo. Ar an dtaobh thuaidh de i ngiorracht leath-cead slat den bóthar tá carraig mór agus é leathan leibhéil ar a bhárr. Sé mo thuairim gur ar an gcarraig seo a deirtí an t-Aifrinn fadó. Bhí an áit oireamhnac don a leithéid mar tá sé uiagneach, iargcúltha agus é suite i ngleann.
Droichead Cloice Labhrais :- Thar an Abha Dícell atá an droichead sin. Tá cur síos cheana déanta agus sa leabhar seo mar gheall air.
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Áth an Trioscair :- Seo droichead beag atá gairid do cheanntair Cuitín. Deireann na sean-daoine fén dúthaigh go mbíodh alán feirmeoirí ag breath trioscair ón dtráigh fadó chun é do scaipeadh mar aoileach ar an dtalamh. Bíodh ualaigh móra troma ar na capaill aca agus caithidís cuid díobh do caitheamh den trucaillibh ag an droichead seo mar ní bhfaigheadh na capaill na h-ualaigh do breith suas ar cnoc. Sin mar do shíolraigh an t-ainm sin air.
Áth na Cappa :- Tá an droichead suite idir dá phortach agus do réir tuairim na sean-daoine sé an brí atá leis an focal cappa ná pórtach.
Droichead an Fhigeadóra :- Thar an Abha Tae atá sé seo i gCaisleáin an tSionnaigh ar an mbóthar go Sráidbhaile. Bhí tig figheadóra taobh leis agus is cuimhin le muintir an paróiste a leithéad a bheith ann agus a ceapadh ágh cleachtadh aige. Tháinigh póilín i mullach ar lá agus é ag marbhú bradáin san abhainn taobh lena tigh. Bhí fineál trom ag dul len a leithéid de chóir agat as go bráth leis go dtí Sasana Nua chun éalú ón dlí. Tá fothrac tighe an figheadóra le feiscint fós ann.
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Áth an Trioscair :- Seo droichead beag atá gairid do cheanntair Cuitín. Deireann na sean-daoine fén dúthaigh go mbíodh alán feirmeoirí ag breath trioscair ón dtráigh fadó chun é do scaipeadh mar aoileach ar an dtalamh. Bíodh ualaigh móra troma ar na capaill aca agus caithidís cuid díobh do caitheamh den trucaillibh ag an droichead seo mar ní bhfaigheadh na capaill na h-ualaigh do breith suas ar cnoc. Sin mar do shíolraigh an t-ainm sin air.
Áth na Cappa :- Tá an droichead suite idir dá phortach agus do réir tuairim na sean-daoine sé an brí atá leis an focal cappa ná pórtach.
Droichead an Fhigeadóra :- Thar an Abha Tae atá sé seo i gCaisleáin an tSionnaigh ar an mbóthar go Sráidbhaile. Bhí tig
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2019-09-09 21:09
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Do bhíodh aontaithe ar siúl ins na h-áiteanna seo leanas seo go dtí triocha blian ó shoin : Sráid Bhaile, i mBaile Nua agus i mBaile Cirróig. Dhá uair sa bhlian a bhíodh a leithéid as siúl, i Mí Aibreán agus i Meán Fomhair. Níl aon treó ach an méid acrainn agus troda a bhíodh ar siúl ann toisc an beóir agus an t-uisce beatha a bheith comh saor an uair sin. Do bheadh dream de Na Carabhat agus an Sean-Bheist i gcochail a chéile i gcónaí ann. Téigeadh dream daoine go dtí na h-amtuighthe siúd d'aon gnó ar lorg troda agus bata droighin dubh i lár a ghlaice agus gach fear aca. Do bhí daoine darbh ann an 'Cuircín Balbh' mar daoine díobh san agus ní taithneóchadh aon lá aonaigh leis ná beadh babhta troda aige.
An lá seo do bhuail duine leis ar an aonach agus chuir sé ceist air conas a raibh an lá ag éirí leis?
"Go dona" arsan Cuircín "Tá sé a haon a chlog déag agus níor bhuaileadh aon buile fós".
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aca fé coimirce An Slánathóir, ceann eile fé An Mhaighdean Mhuire agus ceann eile fé coimirce Naomh Brighid.
Bíonn Patrún ann ar Lá Féile Brighid. Bíonn sé sin ins Lá Saoire sa pharóiste. Bíonn muintir an paróiste ag déanamh na turusanna ó breachadh an lae.
Ólann siad trí deochanna den uisce as gach tobar. Bíonn Brat Bríghde in gach tigh san paróiste. Sé an rud é a leithéid ná píosa éadaigh agus cuireann daoine timpeall a chinn é nuair a bíonn tinneas cinn air nó ar aon bhall dá chorp a bhíonn tinn chun é do leighisú.
Crochtar taobh amuigh den fuinneóg é in gach tigh oíche Féile Brighde mar sé tuairim na ndaoine go dtéigheann Naomh Brighid timpeall agus go mbeanníonn sí gach ceann aca.
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Ins an sean-reilig i gCill Rosannta tá fothrach séipéil ann. Níor cruithíodh i gceart cad é an aois atá ann ach tá leacht sa reilig agus an dáta 1745 ann. I lár na reilige tá saghas pluaise, mar uaig mór agus cláre ós a cionn. Pluais Valentine a tugtar aurthi. Is mó scéaltan truaigh-mhealacha a ministear mar gheall ar An Gorta agus an pluais seo. Na daoine go raibh an fiabhras aca, cuireadh as tighthe iad agus thugadar aghaidh ar an bpoll san. Is minic a d'airigh mo shean-mháthair a rá go minic a thugadh sí corcán praiseach agus bainne nua go dtí an claoidhe ar aghaidh na pluaise agus go gcuirfeadh sí ar an gclaoidhe iad mar bia dos na bocht. Do dheinidís lámhachán ansan i dtreo an bídh mar ní raibh an neart ionnta siúl a dhéanamh. Do théigeadh an sagart ann go minic ag cur an ola déanach ortha agus níor ghlac sé an fiabhar cé gur fuaireadar bás in a scoraibh ann.
Beagáinín taobh theas den reilig tá trí tobair naomhtha ann, ceann
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Samhradh gach síon go Nodlag agus fásach dtí na dóirse.
Bíonn an aimsir go fuar gádhtach tar éis don Nodlag do bheith gabhtha thart.
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There was an old castle near the place where I was born. Now there was supposed to be a hidden treasure in this castle but no one had ever found it. There was a very poor farmer living in Passage, a small village about a mile from the castle. Now for three nights this man dreamt that there were crocks of gold hidden in it.
So one day he went and dug up the ground in the castle where he had dreamt the crocks were hidden. He found a few crocks but there was no gold in them. But though the crocks were earthenware but the money the man got for them made him rich for the rest of his life. His great-grandson is now living in the old farm.
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Cloc an Chófra
Ar thaobh an bhóthar ag dul go dtí Chill tá cloch an chófra suite. Cumadh cófra atá air. 'Sé an maitheas a bhí ann ná leagadh na daoine an cófra air chun a neart do thógaint agus iad ag breith chun na roilige, sé sin sa trean aimsir sar a ceapadh cóití marbh. Tá an t-ainm sin air go dtí an lá inniú.

An Beirt Táilliúr
Bhí beirt táilliúr ar meisce uair amháin. Dúirt ceann acu go ndéanfadh sé culait éadaigh do fear más rud é dá bfheacfadh sé ina seasamh ar cuinne na sráide é. Do gáir an duine eile agus dúirt sé go searbhúsach, do ndéanfadh sé féin culait do duine más rud é dá bhfeacfadh an cuinne ar a d'inigh sé thart.
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Bhí sean-bean darbh ainm di Eilís Eorna ag gabháil tré Bailin Faoitig lá, cois Carraigh Mhóir atá an dúthaig seo. Maidin seaca ba ea é agus do thug maidrín fuithe agus í ag gabháil thar an mbóthar. Do chrom sí síos chun cloch d'fháil chun caitheamh leis an madra agus do bhíodar ceangailte leis an sioc.
Ansan do labhair sí go seabhasach :-
"Is olc an ceart atá i mBaile an Fhaoirigh
Clocha ceangailte agus madraí scaoilte
Agus Eibhlís ag leagaintcomh mear 's Eireann sí".
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Reamh-Rádh :- An duine san a chúm an rann Pádraig Druirrme, bhí Seán Ó Muireamhna chun a bheith curtha ar seilbh torg á raibh an cíos le díol aige. B'é Seán Joy an fear bailithe cíosa. Lá aonaig i gCill Mac Tomáis do bhuail Pádraig Druirrme le Seán Ó Muireamhna agus do leag sé a mhéar ar a bhrollach agus seo mar a labhair sé leis :
A Sheáin Uí Muireamhna
Dein mo chomhairle
Teip ar do glúnaibh roimh Seán Joy
Is fearr é mar chapa lá na cúirte
Ná an scéiméir Williams nó Artur Ryan,
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There is a beautiful demense in this parish on the townland of Coolnamuck. Cúlnamuch means 'the back of the pig' and this place is so called because long, long ago there was a bacon yard in this townland. Many pigs were killed in this bacon factory and many people were employed there.
Long ago a gentleman and his family named Wall lived in the court on this lovely demense. The place is beautifully wooded and the house is on the bank of the River Suir. There are many rooms in this house but some of them are never opened.It is said that these rooms are haunted and that a loud knocking is heard there every night.
On this demense there is a well which was blessed by St. Valery. Long ago a pilgrimage was made to this well on the feast of Saint Valery and the pilgrims drank the water.
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Near my home in Churchtown are the ruins of a very old church surrounded by an old graveyard.
Many old tombstones are to be seen in this graveyard and among them is a monument on which is carved the figure of a salmon.
This monument was erected in memory of Colonel Roche who took part in the Siege of Derry and who got a grant of land in Glen for his services in the siege. The colonel built a house which is still in existence on the left bank of the River Suir, which he called Glen Castle. This house is now occupied by Mr. Hurley.
Colonal Roche was very fond of fishing. When he grew old and was unable to leave his room he used to fish from his window. His dying wishes were to have a figure of a salmon carved on his tombstone. There are many ghost stories told about this churchyard and among them is one which tells of an old man who can be seen in the early hours of the morning walking around the graveyard and carrying a fishing-rod.
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There is a lios in Deerpark in Ml. Naughton's land. The shape of the lios is round. One day a man was working in a field near the lios. He heard some noise and looked over the fence and saw a crowd of little men playing football. He continued to look and after a while one of the little men rushed towards him as if to harm him. Just then a priest came out of the lios and all the little men went down the hole into the lios. The hole is still to be seen in the lios today. A white hare has sometimes been seen near the lios also.
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Cniotálann bean dárbh ainm dí Cáit Ní Lonnargáin a comhnuigheann ag dún an Fhaoitigh in aice Cill Manaicín stocaí le maisín. Tugann na daoine a dheineann sí stocaí dóibh an snáth dí, ceannuigheann siad an snáth ins na siopaí.
Tá roinnt túirne i mBarra na h-Uidhre ach níl aon ceann sa pharróiste seo.
Oibrigheann Bean Ní Crottaigh ó Barra na h-Uidhre an túirne fós. Slámann sí agus sníomhann sí an olann agus déinann sí stocaí de.
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agus déanann sé an-chuid oibre do na daoine annso.
Oibrigheann na táilliúirí sa bhaile anois, fadó do théighidís ó thigh go thigh mar a théigheadh siúinéirí agus ughaimeadóirí. Is gnáthach leis na táilliúirí éadach a bheith sa tigh acu le díol.
Ceannuigheann siad an t-éadach ins an muileann in Ardfhionnáin, agus ó's na siopaí móra agus i mBaile-Átha-Cliath. Bíonn siosúr, deimheas, miosúr, inneal fuaghála, snáth agus snáthaid, méarachan, iarann mór trom agus píosa cailce ag an táilliúir.
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2019-09-05 23:24
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Níl aon táilliúr sa parróiste anois, ach tá táilliúir in aici le Cill na mBenéid ach d'imthigh sé.
Ta beirt tailliuir i gCaisleán Nua na Céitinnig, agus beirt eile i nDroichead na nGabhar - na Corbáinig: is iad a dheineann éadaighe dos na daoine sa pharróiste seo.
Tagann Éamonn Ó Corbáín go dtí tigh ósta a tugtar "An Corcog" air gach Domhnach, tugann sé cultacha atá déanta aige leis agus tógann sé tomhais daoine eile. Is maith an tailliúir é.
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ó Baile mich Chairbre, Pilibh Ó Fianachta ó Bóthair na h-Uidhre agus Dáibhíd Ó Conchubhair ó Baile Ua Brian. Cuirtear taoibhíní, paistí, leath-bhuinn, sála ar bhrógaibh. Tá an cheárd ag Mac Craith agus Ó Conchubhair le sinnsearacht.
Is flúirsighe a bhíodh gréasaidhthe annso fadó ná mar atáid anois mar ní cheannuigheadh na daoine bróga ins na siopaí annsan, do dheineadh na gréasaidhthe bróga agus bhídís an ghnóthach.
Caithtí bróga bonn-adhmaid annso go dtí le déanaighe. Do dheineadh greasaidhte darbh ainm do Seán Ó Grádaigh ó Cill Mac Chonama iad. Do dheintí iad i nDúngarban leis agus dhíoltaí ins an áit seo iad.
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2019-09-05 23:23
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Sa tsean aimsir bhí an-chuid daoine ann nár chaith bróga riamh. Caogadh blian ó shoin ní caitheadh na páistí scoile bróga aon am sa bhliain. Do chaitheadh cuid acu bróga ag dul go dtí an baile mór nó ag dul go dtí an Aifreann. Dá mbeadh siad bocht ní chaithfidis bróga go mbeadh siad ábalta iad a cheannach dóibh féin. Do chómhnuigh sean-bhean dárbh ainm di Máire Ní Bheilbí in aici na scoile seo triocadh blian ó shoin agus níor chaith sí bróga riam.
Indiu, is gnáthach leis na leanbhaí dul cosnocht ó Lá Bealtaine go Mí Meadhan Fhóghmhair. Ní bhíonn an oiread leanbhaí cosnocht ins an Samhradh anois agus a bhíodh rionnt bliana ó sóin. Caitheann an cuid is mó des na beanbhaí bróga ar scoil, ach nuair a théigheann siad a bhaile baineann siad na bróga doibh. Is maith an rud é dul cosnocht ins an Samhrad, deineann sé maitheas do na cosaibh, agus crudhann sé iad.
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2019-09-05 23:22
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nuair a bhíonn an olann daor gheibhtear an-chuid airgid uirthí.
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like a pig. People say he sometime sucks the milk from cows when they are lying in the fields at night.
The weasel lives in fences and ditches. He is a small furry animal not unlike the squirrel. He kills rabbits rats and chickens. He is the mortal enemy of the rabbit and hunts them mercilessly, kills them and sucks their blood and leaves the carcass. People believe that if you interfere with the weasel, disturb its nest or kill its young, it will follow and do harm to you in some way, either by attacking yourself or by breaking into the fowl-house and killing all the fowl.
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and trapped. It is very hard to get neat them as they have a keen sense of smell and sharp ears.
The otter lives in a burrow under the banks of the rivers and streams and are very plentiful on the Nire and Suir. They eat all kinds of fish especially salmon. They can swim very quickly and pursue the salmon until it is exhausted.They then kill it and eat only one bit behind the head, thus they do great damage in salmon rivers. The otter's skin is very valuable and is made into coats. They are very wary and it is very difficult to trap them. They are sometimes called water-dogs as they resemble a dog very much.
The squirrel lives in trees and woods. He makes his next in the hollow of a tree and lives on nuts and acorns which he stores up for the Winter. He is a lovely little animal covered with brown fur and has a long bushy tail. He can climb trees and jump from branch to branch like a monkey. Squirrels were very plentiful some years ago but are seldom seen now. It is believed that they were ravaged by some disease.
The hedgehog or porcupine lives in ditches and hedges. He is covered by long sharp spikes and when in danger rolls himself into a ball. He sleeps during the Winter. He eats all kinds of slugs and insects and is very useful in a garden, He has a sharp snout
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Foxes are hunted by packs of hounds and harriers during the Winter and early Spring. The hounds are followed by people on horseback who gallop through the fields and jump walls and ditches. Sometimes they kill the fox but he often escapes.
Foxes are very smelly animals and often suffer from mange. Crows hate foxes and will follow one through the field, cawing and swooping down on him and they often thus point out the foxes course to the hunters.
The badger lives in a burrow or den in the woods and fields. He is seldom seen in the daytime as he cannot see very well then. The badger is noted as a great fighter but will not fight until he is interfered with. People put Kerry Blues into the badger's den to draw him out but it is seldom the terrier is able to do so as the badger is very strong.
The badger is a very clean animal and the fox sometimes dirties the badger's den in order to make him leave. The fox then takes up possession and the badger makes a new den. His hair is used to make shaving brushes. He lives on roots and leaves. Some people say he also keeps chickens and hens. His fore-paws are very short and strong for digging.
Deer are very plentiful in the woods and mountains around here. They feed at night and visit the farmer's crops, doing a lot of damage. Deer are very agile and can leap and jump over any wall or fence. Deer are captured by digging pits on their run and covering them over with branches and leaves. They are also snared, shot
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8. Bhí bean ann fadó agus bhí leath-amadán de mac aici. Bhí an-chuid chíosa rithte ar an tigh aici agis bhí an tiarna gach aon lá ag lorg an cíosa uirthi.
Tháinigh an tiarna an lá seo agus mharbhuig sí é agus chuir sí féin agus an mac an tiarna san gáirdín.
Nuair a bhí an leath-amadán ina codladh an oíche sin, d'aistrigh sí an tiarna go dtí poll eile, do mharbhuig só gabhar agus chuir sí sa pholl a thóg sí an tiarna as é.
Tháinigh mac an tiarna ag lorg a athair, chonaic sé an leath-amadán agus d'fhiafraigh sé de an bhfeaca sé a athair.
Dúirt an leath-amadán go raibh sé curtha amuigh san gháirdín gur chuir sé féin is a mháthair ann é tar éis é marbhú.
"Teaspán dom cá bhfuil sé curtha" arsa an mac.
Fuair an leath-amadán rámhann agus chuaidh sé féin is an mac go dtí an gáirdín. Romhair sé suas an poll nó gur tháinigh sé go dtí ceann an gabhair. "An raibh adharca ar do athair?" arsa seisean. "Adharca fada ortsa" arsa mac an tiarna "dar ndóigh ní tú amadán ar mise".
Aoinne a thugann a bheag nó a mhór dúinn
Go dtógaidh Dia suas é.
Aoinne ná tugann a bheag nó a mhór dúinn
Go leagaidh an diabhal anuas é.
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6. "Dia dhuit, a Éire" arsa an sagart.
"Nach fada isteach innti a tháinigh tú fé'n bheannaigh tú di" arsa Tadg.
"An gcuirfeá Laidin ar aiteann?" arsa an sagart.
"Do chuirfinn" arsa Tadg "má gheoghann an leabhar".
Bhain an sagart a Leabhar Urnaighthe as a phóca agus thug sé do Thadg é. D'oscail Tadg an leabhar agus leag sé anáirde ar thar aitinn é.
"Nach sin Laidin go leor air, a Athair" arsa Tadg.
Ní dúirt an sagart a thuille ach d'imigh sé leis.
7. Bhí saor-cloch ann fadó a dtugaidís Seán Fada Ó Ruairc air agus do dheineadh sé tighthe bréaghtha dos na daoine uaisle.
Dhein sé tigh do dhuine uasal babhta agus ba é an tigh be bhréaghtha sa tuaith é.
Chun ná beadh aon tigh níos bréaghtha ná é á dhéanamh ag Seán thóg an duine uasal an dréimire ón tigh nuair a bhí sé críochnaithe fé thiocfaidh Seán anuas.
Bhí an tigh críochnaithe ansan agus ní bhfuighead Seán ag liúirigh 'Mise Fada Ó Ruairc'. Dúirt duine acu leis lá "Tusa Seán Fada Fuar" arsa sé "nach fusa dá cloch a caitheamh anuas, thosnaigh sé ag caitheamh an tighe anuas arís. Chonaic an duine uasal é agus chuir sé suas an dréimeire arís cuige.
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4. Ar mh'anam pé' cu cú nó gadhar ní díolfar i mBearla indiu í" ars an fear bocht.
5. Bhí fear saibhir anseo fadó sa Cruan in aice le Caisleán Nua na Siúire agus mhair sé scléipeachtré'n a shaol. Nuair do shíl sé go raibh séag fáil bháis chuir sé fios ar an sagart paróiste. Do bhí scáth air roimh an sagart. Dúirt an sagart leis a faoisdín a insint dó. Nuair a bhí sé tar éis a fhaoisdín a insint dúirt sé leis an sagart "Is dócha go bhfuil mé damanta, a Athair". "Ó níl tú" arsa an sagart "raghaidh tú suas go dtí an Flaithis".
D'fhiafraigh an sagart ansan de, an raibh a uadacht déanta aige, nó an raibh sé chun dada d'fhágaint aige féin. "Ó, fágfaidh mé, a Athair" ar seisean. "Fágfaidh mé agat ó Charraig a' Cruan dtí Brra Cnuic na Rí agus ó gheata an Keniry dtí Barra an Chnuic Maol". (ba é méid an dá pharóiste) agus maran san dótháin d'aon sagart a mhaireachtain ann".
"Ó, tá an diabhal thir ort", ars an sagart.
"Mhuise, deachair ort, a Athair" ars an fear "nuair a bhí mé ins ba Flaithis bhí sé ceart agat mé d'fhágaint ann".
6. Bhí fear ann fadó a dtugaidís Tadg Gaelach air agus bhí sé an-chliste ar an teangain. Theaghmaigh sé le sagart éig lá ná raibh maol ach an oiread. Bhí Tadg ag adhaireacht muc,
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ghoid an bullán. Chuaidh an fear isteach go teach amháin agus nuair a bhí sé ag teacht amach thosnaigh an bullán ag gruinneugh agus é marbh agus gearrtha.
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The sweet days of yore;
Their verdure and fragrance
Surround me, it seems
Their beauty and radiance
Brighten my dreams -
Though Destiny's finger
Compels me to rove
My heart still would linger
In Stradbally Cove.
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Rembrances render
So clearly to view
In youth how I trod
Every pathway in turn
'Mid bluebells that nod
To the primrose and fern;
Through woodland and valley
'Neath branches of green
With laurel and holly
Adorning the scene -
At Maytime, when daisies
Their petals unfold
And the buttercup raises
Its chalice of gold.
8.
The waves of the ocean
Still rolling each day
Convey my devotion -
Though far, far away
To scenes that grow fonder
Each day, more and more -
So often I ponder
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Still warble each minute
Around the Fair Inch.
6.
The river is wending
In grandeur along
Its journey is ending
'Mid beauty and song
Like comrades, receiving
A sweet bridal march.
The branches are weaving
A welcoming arch.
'Tis now greeted loudly
From cliffs high above
As rolling so proudly
It enters the Cove.
'Neath azure skies beaming
Where loveliness strays
By silver sands gleaming
It mingles and stays.
7.
That vision of splendour
Ans ocean of blue
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On the Knock's open wold
Where the heather and furze
Bloom in purple and gold
While the beautiful strand
In variety tells
How countless and grand
Are the pebbles and shells.
5.
My affection recalls
By a sweet shady hill
The old sturdy walls
Of the yard and the kiln
The moss-coated bridge
Where the robin and wren
Take wing to the ridge
O'er the steeps of the glen!
The meadow and boathouse
The boreen and stile;
The proud hills of Woodhouse
The vales verdant smile
Where loudly the linnet
The blackbird and finch
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2019-09-04 20:27
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I lár na h-ochtú aoise déag do rugadh ar an ropaire seo agus do do sáideadh isteach i bpriosún i mBaile Bhricín é i gCathair Portlairge. Ní nach iongadh is ar mhuintir na Chomairigh bhí an t-áthas mar níor staon sé acht ag déanamh leipigsior ortha. Bhí cúpla pluais aige i measc na sléibhte ceann aige taobh theas den baile Rath Ó Gormach agus tá loch gairid de ar a tugtar Loch an Chrotaigh agus bhí pluais eile aige in aice Cnochán an Phíopaire.
Daoradh chun báis é agus bhí sé chun bheith crochdh go poiblí ar an gcnoc i mBaile Bricín. Bhí slua mór daoine ar an gcnoc agus do siúl an Crotach agus a gárdaí go dtí an t-árdán. Ar an árdán dó d'fhiafraigh sé den oifigeach an dtabharfadh sé cead dólabhairt leis an bpobal. Tugadh a mhian dó.
D'fhiafraigh An Crotach den slua an raibh aoinne ó dúthaig An Chomairig i láthair agus más rud go raibh, teacht chun caint leis. Deirtear go raibh carn óir curtha i seilbh aige agus bhí sé chun cur in iúl do duine aca cá raibh sé i bhfolach aige. Ón lá san amach níor fuaradh é agus b'fhéidir ná fuigheadh go deo.
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Conas mar a tugadh an ainm uirthi.
Abha bheag is eadh í seo a gabhann thar baile beag Cill Rossantaig ar a turus go dtí an farraige.
Nuair a bhí Cromwell ag dul ó Cathair Portlairge go dtí Dúngarbhán deirtear gur imigh sé tríd an pharóiste seo Cill Rossantaigh. Bhí bean darbh ainm di Máire de Paor ina chónaí i ndúthaig an Chomairig agus ar a chlisint di go raibh Cromwell agus a saighdiúirí ag teacht dúirt sí leí féin gurab é an rud ab fhearr a dhéanamh ná iad do mhealladh le bpreabanna i dtreo ná d'imeóchaidís leí. Bhí sí go fial agus go flaithiúil leo, ag tabhairt a ndóthain bídh agus dighe dóibh. Do lean sí iad fan an bóthar go dtí gur thángadar go dtí an abha seo. Áth a bhí ann chun dul treasna ionadh droichid agus níorbh fhéidir leí gabháil a thuille leo. Níor dhein sí ansan ach a lámh do háidh isteach ina brollach agus céad púint do tharraingt amach agus do shín sí do Cromwell é agus dúirt sí leis :
"Sin é mo dhícheall anois"
Ón lá sin amach tugadh 'An Dicillín' ar an abhainn.
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Where the river runs past
By a steep rocky side
To mingle at last
With the oncoming tide.
As brightly they shimmer
The cliffs echo far
The joy of the swimmer
At Carrig-a-var
And the brown tousled seaweed
The rocks that entwine
Floats leeward and seaward
When tossed in the brine.
4.
Through bushes and brambles
And Time's weary test
A grey wall still rambles
Way over the crest.
How vivid each boulder
And brier-tangled crag
The Park's grassy shoulder
And base for the flag.
A breeze gently stirs
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2.
The cliffs and the headland
Now rise into view
The vale and the woodland
Of emerald hue.
The pathways of bloom
And the tall shady trees
In the wafted perfume
Of a song-laden breeze.
Each high-wooded slope
Whispers down to the sea
And the tow'ring cliffs ope
As it sparkles in glee.
O'er the silvery sand
Toward a valley of green
From the sentinel stand
Of the rugged 'Plankeen;.
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My fancy would find
Every cavern and rock
The pathways that wind
To the Park and the Knock.
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go toireamhal agus an féar go milis i measc na gcappaig. B'fhíor dó mar is mar sin díreach atá.

Bearna Béil a' Mheala
Gairid don baile beag Rath gCormach agus taobh thiar de atá an bearna seo i measc sléibhte na Chomaraig. Fadó nuair a bhíodh muintir na dúthaigh ag siúl go dtí Cluain Meala tríd an bearna seo a gheobhaidís ag déanamh comhgar ann. Ar a seasamh ar bárr na cearnan seo chíonn duine raidhse bothan de thalamh férach i bhfad uaidh go h-íos na spéire agus sin é an chús gur tugadh a leithéid d'ainm uirthi de bhárr na talamh toirtheamhail atá fé a chóta.
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I sléibhte an Chomaraigh tá bearna nó mám ar a dheineann na daoine comhgar ag dul ó Cill Rosanntaigh ar an taobh theas díobh go dtí Cill Brian ar an dtaobh thuaidh agus 'sé an ainm a tugtar uirthi ná Bearna an Liadsa. Tá an scéal seo leanas i mbéil na ndaoine dé chúis gur tugadh a leithéid d'ainm uirthi. Lá dá raibh Naomh Pádraig ag dul ar a miisiún do tháinigh sé go dtí bárr na sléibhte seo agus do shuí sé síos chun a scíth do ligint. Bhí dúthaigh an Chomaraigh thíos fén a chóta ag bun na sléibhte. Bhí meitheal ag baint móna gairid dó agus do cheistig sé iad an raibh aon blúire bídh a thabharfaidís dó. Ní raibh aithne ag aoinne aca air agus dúirt duine aca go dtabharfadh sé féin béile dó. Cleasaidhe be eadh an duine san do réir dealramh. Bhí sean-mhadra aige agus cad a dhein sé ach an madra do marú agus beiriú agus chur i gcóir Naomh Pádraigh. Nuair a bhí an dinnéir réidh iage do chuir sé ós comhair Oádraigh é. Do bhlais sé sin é agus do thuig sé ansan an diabhalacht a bhí déanta. Ní nach iongnadh bhí fearg an domhain air agus do chuir sé focal mallacht ortha agus mar píonós do thit cioth cloch agus carraig ar an dúthaig san Contharach ach dúirt sé cé go mbeadh an talamh
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2019-09-03 17:23
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One night a man was crossing a graveyard. When he was going out over the iron gate it went in pieces under him. When he was coming along he could hear footsteps coming after him. When he was crossing the fields there was a gate there which he had to open. He closed it after him and the thing coming after him did the same. he walked on until he came to his own gate and the ghost followed him. He closed his little gate and the ghost closed it too. He went into the kitchen and banged the door after him. The door opened again and the thing closed it with a bang. He lit a match and looked around but there was nothing to be seen.
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2019-09-03 16:02
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Once a man was going to the fair. This man heard that there was a ghost in a boreen leading to an old ruin. He went away to the fair but he was drunk coming home. When he came to this boreen he went up and began calling the ghost. He wasn't long there when he saw a man coming up the boreen. He began to run but he wasn't quick enough. The ghost caught him and killed him.
When the people heard that he didn't come home they went looking for him. When they came near the boreen they saw the horse. They looked in the fields around but could see nothing. One of them went up the boreen and saw him. He came down and told the others. They went up and brought him home. Thy didn't know what happened him.
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2019-09-03 15:53
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Once upon a time a woman was going through the mountain. Suddenly a man jumped out and stole a box of money.
About a year after, her son was coming home from a fair. He met a big black dog on the way. The dog's eyes were blazing. The dog jumped over a gate into nettles and vanished. When the boy went home he told his father what happened. His father said that they would go to the place. Thy got spades and they went off. There they saw the dog. They dug a hole where he vanished. About two feet down they found a box of money. The black dog was never seen again.
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2019-09-02 23:31
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jumping around the kitchen. After a while the man told the woman to catch the cock and put him under the pot so that he wouldn't wake the child.
While the woman was putting the cock under the pot the man went out to see if there was anything wrong outside. When he came to the cow-house he found all the cows stretched out dead. As the man was coming in to tell the woman what had happened outside he saw his coffin across the door before him. About two hours after he came in he sat on a chair and died. It is said that if the cock was not put under the pot neither of those things would have happened.
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2019-09-02 23:26
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Long ago there were a great many stories told about ghosts.
Once a man and a woman lived in a cottage and they had a little child. Inside upon the roof of the kitchen they kept the hens at night. One night at about ten o'clock the cock began crowing and
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2019-09-02 23:24
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in the room. When he had put the paper in his book he left it in the press. He then gave them a sign to take the book out and the page that the paper was opened out in. He gave them a sign to put the book and the paper in the fire.When the paper was burned the priest disappeared. He was never seen there afterwards.
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2019-09-02 23:20
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The were fowlers out on the hill one night shooting. A great fog set in and they went astray. They did not know where they were going. At last they came to a house. They knocked at the door and the woman of the house came out. They asked her to let them in and she let them. She made tea for them.They asked her to know could she put them up.She said that they had only one room for there was a priest seen in the other room, but they laughed at her. She let them in the room and they asked her to light a fire for them. She lit a fire for them. About two o'clock a priest opened in the door. There was a press in the room. The priest gave them a sign to open the press. The priest was after hearing a man's confession
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and it said "I will tell you when you'll take me back to the place you found me". Then he took it back and it told him that it was against a pot of gold he struck his foot the day he fell. The man then came home and dug for the pot of gold. In a short while afterwards he found a beautiful pot of gold.
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2019-09-02 23:10
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One evening a man was walking along a field not far from a river trying to spend the evening. As he went along what did he see but a woman's head, as he thought, lying in the field. However he went towards it to see what it was. But as he went near it he was surprised to see that it was a fish with a woman's head on it.
At first he was half-afraid but at last he caught it and took it home with him.Every day from that out the man was questioning it to know could it talk but it was all in vain. Some time afterwards the man was walking across the kitchen and he fell. The fish then laughed but the man asked it what it was laughing at
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Long ago a man was going for the priest. When he was passing a chapel a black pig came out over the fence and followed him. He bit the horse on the leg. The horse galloped off but the pig followed him. When he went to the priest's house the pig vanished. When the priest went to the house the woman was dead. When the priest was coming home he met the black pig. He ran out under the motor and stopped it. The priest tried to put it going but he couldn't. After a while he put it going and when he went home the glass was gone out of the car and the wheels were punctured. The pig was seen every night from that night up.
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Long ago there were many stories told about the Fenians.
Once upon a time there were three of those Fenians put into jail. They were there for about nine or ten days before they could find out any of stealing away.
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left near the door for a day.
Every house in this locality keeps a bottle of holy water.There is always a supply kept in the church an now and then some is taken home. When blessing themselves they dip their fingers in holy water.
The Brat Brighde is put out on the latch of the door on St. Bridgid's Eve which falls on the last day of January. The brat Brighde is a narrow band of cloth and St. Bridgid blesses it on that night. If wound around the head it is supposed to cure a headache and other sicknesses.
Almost all the people in this locality keep the blessed candle. There is an annual collection in the church and those that intend to get a candle pay so much. It is used when anyone is sick, in thunder storms and such cases.
Great honour and respect is given to Lourdes water because it is rather difficult
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At Christmas Eve someone belonging to each house brings in a bundle of holly. Pieces of it are put in behind each picture and other high suitable places. Two kinds of holly grow - holly with berries and plain holly. On the twelfth of January it is burned.
In this locality palm is brought home from Mass every Palm Sunday. On the previous Saturday it is gathered into a large bundle at the foot of the altar. The priest blesses it on Sunday morning and it is distributed after Mass. It is generally put behind some holy picture and burned on the next Palm Sunday.
On Rushy Thursday rushes are brought in and made in the shape of a cross in front of each window. It is taken down on the following day.
Easter water is brought from the chapel on Easter Saturday in bottles. The priest blesses two churns of it and they are
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Long ago crosses were kept in every house and are to the present day. These were made of plain pieces of wood nailed across each other. They were hung under holy pictures the same as crucifixes. The only kind of crosses kept in my house are crucifixes. Crucifixes are bought in shops.
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the Brat Brighde is hung on the latch of the door and it is said that Saint Brigid comes around and she blesses every house where the Brat Brighde is kept.
The blessed candle is kept in almost every house in this locality. The candles are blessed in the church and then all the people buy them.When a person is very sick the blessed candle is lit.
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2019-09-02 19:39
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for the whole year. It is generally kept behind a holy picture. Even some people wear it inside the band of their hats.
The rushes are brought from the bog on the eve of Rushy Thursday and there are crosses made of it and one of those are put on each of the windows.
In this locality a great number of the people get the Easter water on Easter Saturday or on Easter Sunday morning. Each member of the family takes a drink of it. It is good to take a drink of it if you were very sick. On May night a person goes around from each house and sprinkles a little Easter water on the crops.
Th Holy Water is brought from the church and is kept at home in the Holy Water font. The people bless themselves with it and it is also used when there is Mass in the house.
On the last night of January
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In this locality there are many crosses kept in some houses. But then in other houses there are no crosses except the Crucifix and some other little crosses all of which are bought in the shops. There are no crosses made at home except in very few places.
On Christmas Eve the holy is brought in and a small piece of it is put on each picture. It is left up then until the twelfth. On the twelfth it is taken down and it is burned.
On Palm Sunday all the people get palm in the church. It is blessed at Mass and everyone who brings it home keep it
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The Supernatural 30.11.1938
Many years ago a fierce wild pig lived in a wood near Lacken. It was first seen by a man in the middle of the night. Several were chased by it and some nearly killed. Everybody dreaded the animal and nobody dared to go out after dusk.
One day however three men decided to kill the pig that night. The man that first saw the pig showed them it's paths. At about eleven o'clock that night a pair of
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The Supernatural 30.11.1938
Many years ago a fierce wild pig lived in a wood near Lacken. It was first seen by a man in the middle of the night. Several were chased by it and some nearly killed. Everybody dreaded the animal and nobody dared to go out after dusk.
One day however three men decided to kill the pig that night. The man that first saw the pig showed them it's paths. At about eleven o'clock that night a pair of
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it. It is got in France by those who visit that country. Lourdes water is brought to sick people and if they drink it, it is supposed to cure them.
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afterwards three skeletons were found outside in Reandampaun by a cow-herd and were recognised by the officers.
The McGraths were blamed for getting the officers killed so the English soldiers came and evicted them from the castle and took their land off them. Mr. Osborne of Cappagh got some land there too. He came one day to the small house where the McGraths lived then and he asked the oldest daughter to marry him but she refused him. Then he asked the second one and she also refused but the youngest one of them married him.
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officers from Clonmel to dinner. They came and they brought their servants with them.
Now at this time there were some outlaws in Sleepy Rock and they were for a long time watching the castle. A man named Green was at their head and a servant in the castle was in love with his son. She told them that when all the other servants were out she'd put a lamp on some window at the top of the castle.
A brother of Philip McGrath was in the castle at this time so the servants asked to be left out for a while. So all the servants went out except this one who had to remain inside. When she had her chance she put up the lamp and the robbers came along and she let them in. Before the officers knew what was wrong they were made prisoners but there was no harm done to the McGraths only the castle was robbed. Some years
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About three miles south of Touraneena overlooking the River Finisk stands Sleady Castle.This castle exactly was built three hundred and ten years ago. It was Philip McGrath who got this castle built. At first Philip fell in love with Mary Le Poer of Curraghmore. Philip resided at Mountain Castle this time so when he and Mary Le Poer were married they came there but Mary wouldn't enter the house. She said that it wasn't good enough for her father's horses, so she turned home again.
Philip was almost broken-hearted then so he called all his friends together and told them what had happened. Then they started Sleady Castle and it took seven years to build. However when it was finished Mary Le Poer came and by this time they had three daughters and one son.
Soon afterwards Philip died and then his son, so that left no-one in the castle but the widow and her three daughters. One time the widow invited three
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2019-09-01 21:19
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In this parish there are three graveyards - one in the Nire, one in Knockboy and one in Touraneena. The one in Touraneena is the best known to me. It was opened in the year 1826 and therefore people are buried there still. It is a square plot. There are no ruins in it.
It is sloping gradually towards the west. Everyone possessing a grave has a tomb erected to himself and his people. On the surrounding fence some yew trees grow. Several that resided in this parish are buried outside the parish near their native place.
The graveyard is always well-kept because several people pay the clerk or hire some man to cut the grass in their own plot. Each plot surrounded by a railing is painted black or white to preserve the iron from rust. The chapel is built in the middle of the graveyard and there is a large path from the road. up to it. At the end of the path there is
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a gate. There are also footpaths in the middle of the graveyard.
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till he himself would go. The leprechaun started crying.At last he went over and showed him where the gold was. The boy brought it home and was very pleased to get it. When the boy got up next morning he went to the crock and found a heap of stones.
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Once upon a time a boy was travelling around a big wood and when he came to the bend of the path he saw a little man at the trunk of the old tree. The boy stole behind the leprechaun and caught him by the neck. The boy had often heard that if he would leave him go he would never see him again. He kept a strong hold of the leprechaun. The leprechaun tried all his tricks. At last he told him where the crock of gold was. He told him that it was in a hole in the rocks. The boy said he would not let him go
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2019-09-01 19:09
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fairy and the man was left without the gold at the mouth of the cave.
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Long ago in a small lios there lived a leprechaun. In this particular field there was a large trench where the soldiers went for protection and in it lived the leprechaun. Several people watched him at night and tried to catch him but it was all in vain. It was said that he had a boot of gold among those which he used to repair. One night however, a man watched him and as the leprechaun was mending the boots he noticed the gold glittering in the moonlight. "Now is my chance" he said. He silently took off his boots and stole up behind the leprechaun. Then he caught him and told him to give him the gold or otherwise he would choke him. The leprechaun pretended that he didn't know where it was. Then he began to search for the gold. Suddenly he stopped. "Look at that boot behind you" said the leprechaun "and see if it is the boot". The man turned round. Off ran the
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Then the woman came out and brought in the girl. Then she said to him that she didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl. The leprechaun ran away and came to another house. He asked if they had any work for him. The woman said that she had a child lost in the wood and the leprechaun said that his pay would be a dish of honey for a week.
He went off and he found a little boy crying. The boy said that he was going astray and the man said that he would bring him home. When he came to the door he didn't want to go in. The woman came out and she said that the boy did not belong to her.
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leprechaun said that he would go off looking for work next morning. He went off and the first house he came to he knocked and a woman put out her head through a window. He said that he was looking for work and she said she had a child lost, to go out to the wood and look for it. He said the pay would be a pan of new milk out on the fence for a week.He went off into the wood and he saw a girl. He told her that she was going astray but she said that she was not. Then he brought her to see his own house. They went down a stair and they went into a kitchen. She saw a little table and she saw a lovely bed. Suddenly she thought that she should go home so she asked him to let her go. When she went out she didn't know where she was going. Then she called him again and he went off with her. When he came to the door she didn't want to go in and she started to cry.
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2019-09-01 17:07
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Long ago a leprechaun used to get new milk and honey from the people. But then he used to get nothing from them and one day he was talking to his friend and he said that he was getting nothing now. The friend said to him that it was the way that he was doing nothing . So the
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2019-09-01 16:59
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was a leprechaun. She stole into the fence very slowly and caught the leprechaun into her arms. When the girl had him in her arms. When the girl had him in her arms he was thinking of a plan so that he could get away from her. At last he shouted out "Castle Carberry is on fire". The girl looked around to see what was wrong and looked back again. The leprechaun was gone.
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One evening as a girl was walking along the road she heard something ticking inside the fence. After a while she saw a little man with a green cap and a red coat and she said to herself that it
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obvious to him that it was his prey. The leprechaun was seated with his back to a big tree, The man stole behind the tree. When he was near the little man he grasped him by the neck. The little man was terror-stricken. The man demanded his crock of gold. To this the leprechaun replied "Where would a little cobbler like me get gold? I'm not a leprechaun though you may think I am". He was so stern-looking that the man believed him.
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Many years ago a leprechaun lived in the lios at Touraneena. This leprechaun was often seen but yet was never captured, all because of the excellency of his cleverness. Many people made great endeavours to seize him.
A man set out one night to capture him but once more the activity and cleverness of the leprechaun were again successful.
One night the leprechaun was repairing shoes in a wood beside the lios. A man said that he would go this night to seek the leprechaun. He was stealing noiselessly by the edge of the wood. He heard a noise as if someone was repairing old shoes. The man knew that the leprechaun was always mending old shoes so he knew that it was he. Stealing quietly nearer, it became
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great many stories about the leprechaun and how dangerous it is to take your eyes off him while you had him caught.
One evening as he went down the hill for a bucket of water he felt very tired. On reaching the well he sat down. As he rested he heard a strange sound. Looking around he saw a leprechaun mending a pair of boots. The boy got to his feet and seized him. "Give me the gold at once". "I haven't much money and all I have I had to give thirty years earning it. If you looked back on thirty years you'd have compassion on me". The boy thought for a moment and while he was thinking he looked down at the ground. When he looked up again he was all alone and there was no trace of the leprechaun anywhere.
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woman looked back the leprechaun ran away through the wood. The same thing happened her the second time. But she said that if the leprechaun would go this time that the devil would be after him. Next day she caught him and wouldn't let him go without the gold. After a long time he brought her to a field where there was one white flower. He said that the gold was under that flower. She went home for every spade and shovel she had and brought them to the field. When she came to the field 'twas covered with white flowers.
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There was once a woman who lived near a wood. Every day she tried to catch a leprechaun who passed through the wood. After a while she caught him. "Is that a bull coming up the wood?" said the Leprechaun. When the
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Leprechaun in amazement. He stole up behind the bush, stretched out his hand and caught him. The leprechaun tried to get away but the man held him fast. "Give me a crock of gold" said Jack. "Look behind you" said the leprechaun. "Your house is on fire". Jack looked around him to see if his house was on fire. But when he looked around there wasn't a sign of him.
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There was once a man named Jack. He was living near Tallow in Co. Cork. He was very poor and he couldn't pay his rent. He had only one cow left and he made up his mind to sell her at the fair in the morning. He got up early next morning and went to the fair. On the way he saw a little man under a bush. He had a little shoe in his hand and he was minding it. Jack stared at the
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he saw the gold and snatched it. Up the hill he went, followed by the fairies. When he was near the witch he threw the gold at her. Pieces of it went every side. The fairies knew that the witch wanted to take gold so they all caught her and drowned her. They did the same to the man.
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Long ago a man and a woman were married. They were very poor and had no hatchet to cut down a tree, so instead of cutting down the tree they had to dig about it and knock it then. As they were digging about the tree they found a large crock of gold. They went and placed it on the table. The woman would not stay in the house that night because of the fairy gold. That night the man went to bed alone but the fairies came trying to steal the gold. So in that way the man got no ease or peace from the fairies. It came to pass that there was a witch living up on the hill near the man. The man went up to the witch and told her his story and asked her if she would keep the fairies away. The witch said that she would if she got half the gold. The man went to the bush where he kept it. When he came to the bush
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2019-08-30 20:54
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Long ago in this locality there lived a wicked witch. She had several places haunted and one of these places was called Droichidín an Bliadhlainig. It was situated on the old road between Clonmel and Ballinamult.
One day a certain man named Mr. Power started for Clonmel in a dray and horse. The man lived at Caherbrack and therefore he had to pass by the haunted bridge. When coming from town that night he had only a bag of bran in the dray. Crossing the bridge, the horse suddenly began to perspire and the man observed that a witch had jumped into the car and had seized possession of the reins. The horse was unable to stir. Out jumped the man. He ran a long distance until he saw a light in a house. He shouted to open the door and just then the horse passed along at a furious rate with no-one in the car. The man was terrified. Regaining courage, he started for home. When he arrived the horse stood at the yard gate uninjured. After that the horse was almost useless for a week or two.
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2019-08-30 14:01
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2019-08-30 14:01
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2019-08-30 14:00
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Long long ago there lived in County Cork a very powerful giant who was well-known all over. He was well-known by the name of The Giant Killer. It was very easy to make him angry.
He used to hide in a certain place to frighten the people. One night however, a man was coming from a fair. He was passing the hiding place of the giant at about half-ten. He had a horse and car. As he was passing the haunted cross the giant suddenly leaped over the fence and into the car. They both began to talk. In the end they were engaged in a heated argument. Many people had collected by this. Everyone said that the man was right and the giant was wrong. The giant was furious. There were about ten people there. With one mighty blow they all lay dead on the ground. His opponent in the argument was also dead. The horse was never any good after.
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2019-08-29 22:57
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One day a leprechaun was caught by a poor man. When the man wasn't satisfied to let him go he gave him three wishes.
For the first wish the man asked for a castle and for the second he asked for gold.
He said two wishes were enough for him so then the leprechaun took the third wish for himself. The poor man insulted him one day so he wished the castle might fall and so it did.

Once there lived on the hills of Kerry a boy and his mother. Every night while the boy and his mother sat by the fireside the mother told the boy a
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2019-08-29 22:55
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One day a leprechaun was caught by a poor man. When the man wasn't satisfied to let him go he gave him three wishes.
For the first wish the man asked for a castle and for the second he asked for gold.
He said two wishes were enough for him so then the leprechaun took the third wish for himself. The poor man insulted him one day so he wished the castle might fall and so it did.
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2019-08-29 22:46
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made with a big plank across.
There used to be no back-door in these old houses, but there used be a half-door instead.
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2019-08-29 22:44
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The houses long ago were not the same as they are now. The houses now are exceedingly larger than those of long ago. The latter houses generally consisted of only two or three rooms, the walls of which used to be made of clay, stones and mud. The roofs were thatched with straw, under which was heather. there was no slate used in those days. A small number of those houses are still standing.
Sometimes all the family could not fit in the few bedrooms they used have, so therefore some of them had to sleep in the kitchen on the settle. This could be folded into a bed at night and into a seat in daytime.
The hearth was at the gable-end wall in those old houses. There were no cranes in those old houses but the croch was used instead. These hearths were very
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2019-08-29 22:34
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very cheaply.
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2019-08-29 22:34
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Long ago there were no creameries in any part of Ireland, so therefore people could not go to them to buy their goods as is done nowadays. It was mostly all hucksters shops that were around the country in those days. These were generally at crossroads. When in need of these goods people went to town.
To the present day many people come on Sundays to the chapel and sell apples to people coming and going to Mass. These are first bought from owners of orchards. It is easy to bargain with those who come to the chapel gates.
There are many hucksters shops in this locality but there were much more there long ago. One huckster's shop is four miles from here. It was owned by Mr. Millea. Their shop was in the porch. Boards on top of boxes acted as a counter.
Pedlars sell studs, brooches and small pictures from house to house. Hawkers go to town on fair days. They sell horses tackling, all sorts of clothing and some large pictures. They sell those
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2019-08-29 22:21
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They used slice potatoes and put them in the cakes. The pots where the cakes are baked are called ovens but they are commonly known as oven-pots. Potato cakes are made to the present day in some places.
Long ago people used bake cakes on griddles. These were made of iron. It is shaped like this : a round flat piece of iron a bit bigger than an oven is made to stand on a triangular piece of iron on which there is a leg on each angle. These are put on the fire. The cakes are laid on the flat piece of iron called the griddle. The bread made in olden days was much better than the bread made now. The bread of long ago was called oatmeal bread.
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2019-08-29 22:13
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The bread used now is not the same as bread the people used eat long ago. In olden days people used eat bread made from oatmeal. Long ago people used to grind the oats at home but now they buy the flower.
Long ago people used to make potato-cakes.
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2019-08-29 00:15
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He thought at first that it was his son's mare but then he came to the conclusion that it was the Garannagak's white horse.
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2019-08-29 00:11
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Móntán a bhóthair, a bog on some farm
Sean a Sráid, now a field in Mr. James Walshe's farm, Ballygarran.
Bán a Locha, a field with a large lough in the middle on Mrs. David Whittle's farm, Ballyshooneen.
Bán a Crúibín, a field on Mrs. Dunphy's farm, Kilnacleague West.
Quill-ee-nuck (pron.) a small wood on Mr. Wm Pierse's farm. Keilogue.
Moon-yaar-garr (pron.) field on Mr. Ptk Quann's farm, Ballyshooneen
Garrdha na gCloch, a stony field on same.
Bán a nGeata, a field on Mr. David Wittle's farm, Ballyshuneen
Páircín Trí Chúinne on Mr. Ptk Quann's farm.
GCairrig a Lilí, a field on Mr. Ptk. Quann's farm, above.
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2019-08-29 00:00
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fish to Dungarvan, Kilmacthomas, Carrick and the country districts.
When the old fishermen died the fishing industry died with them. Only a few families still carry on periodically.
In the Cove is a walled enclosure which was once a coalyard and an old lime kiln is nearby. The hookers used to bring the coal up the river from the vessel at Plákín Rock at the entrance to the Cove.
A boathouse still survives in which is kept some of the boats including Sara Hugh Beresford's motor boat.
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2019-08-28 23:55
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About 60 years ago Stradbally was a flourishing little fishing village.
There were 22 boats in the Cove and three big hookers.
The fish caught were Ling, Hake, Cod, Whiting, Braen, Herring, Mackerel and Spratts.
The fishermen numbered more than 40 and they had 27 men salting the fish.
30 carts and more were on the road carrying the
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2019-08-28 23:49
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4.
Every youthful hour in manhood's flower
Comes back to me
While the beauty beams in all my dreams
I fondly see
Through leafy boughs the fleecy clouds
Like angels heaven bestowed
Keeping watch above the place I love
The Old Cove RoadKeeping watch above the place I love
The Old Cove Road
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2019-08-28 23:46
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grandeur flows
The winding Tay
Where I was born, the lark at morn
The thrush in evening ode
Warbled music there beyond compare
In grandest mode.
Causing everyone to linger on the Old Cove Road.
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Quite a number still remember
How the crowds came there
In the amber of September
To the old-time fair.
What fun galore in days of yore
When mirth and music flowed
How they danced and sang, their laughter rang
On the Old Cove Road
How they danced and sang, their laughter rang
On the Old Cove Road
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2019-08-28 15:43
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