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  1. Old Cures

    Language
    English
    Collector
    F. Mc Quaid
    Collector
    V. Morris

    Whooping Cough – Catch a trout in the river and bring it in water to the afflicted child. Give the sufferer three drops of the fish’s mouth, and then liberate the trout in the exact spot you found it.
    Bleeding at the Nose – Wash the neck and head in water from a cut-away bog, and place a generous portion of the bog-mud under the throat.
    Mote in the eye – Cure is made by means of a saucer of water, and by prayer. The charmer takes three mouthfuls from the saucer, throws the third into the saucer again, and behold, the mote will be there with it.

  2. The Castle in Loch Mor

    Language
    English
    Collector
    Peggie Mc Kenna
    Informant
    John Treanor
    Age
    70

    The Castle in Loch Mor.
    Lough Mor is a large lake on the extreme north of Monaghan. Part of the lake is in Tyrone.
    Long ago a man was out fishing in Lough Nion. When he came to the middle of the lake a big trout came dashing towards him. He flung his knife at it and pinned it but the fish got away.
    Next day he came again in his boat. When he came to the place where he saw the trout the day before, the boat turned over. And he went down to the bottom of the lake. There he was taken into a room + here he saw the knife sticking in the arm of a young and beautiful girl. He was told to remove the knife as gently as he could and he did so. When this was done he was put on the lake in his boat again

  3. (no title)

    Bragan is a very large townland.

    Language
    English
    Collector
    Mary Bridget Pearson

    Bragan is a very large townland. A large portion of it is mountainous, although it is very good grazing for cattle and sheep. There are three lakes on the mountains one called "Lough Bradan" which took its name from a black trout which was caught in it in the olden times. The other two lakes are about the same size. There is a place on the hill belonging to

  4. Local Cures

    Language
    English
    Collector
    Una Mc Farlin
    Informant
    Mr Thomas Mc Farlin
    Age
    55

    Whooping Cough
    In olden times it is said that the whooping cough was cured by catching a trout in a river, and bringing it in water to the afflicted child. Give the sufferer three drops out of the fishes mouth and them liberal the trout in the exact spot you found it.
    Ring Worm
    A belt from a person having the cure to be worn for nine days. On the ninth day the skin will be clean and whole again this was a perfect cure.
    Measles
    Any person owning a purebred house has power over the measles

  5. Cures

    Language
    English
    Collector
    Elsie Williamson
    Age
    15
    Informant
    Mrs J. Williamson
    Age
    47

    Stomach troubles — Caraway seed tea taken. Hot milk and ginger taken.
    Rheumatism — Elder flower tea, Dock root tea, Celery tea taken. Carry a raw potato in packet.
    Whooping Cough — Catch a trout in the river, and bring it in water to the afflicted child. Give the sufferer three drops out of the fish’s mouth and then liberate the trout in the exact spot you found it. Another cure is to give the sufferer a spoonful of milk left by a ferret.
    Bleeding — A spider’s web rubbed to the wound will hold the bleeding.
    Love sickness — Gather a handful of cherry leaves from across the full-moon. Boil in the blood of a black rabbit, take three mornings in succession and your love will be requited.
    Black-ache — The skin of a rabbit caught on the mountain to be worn next the body on the afflicted part for three days and three nights. On the fourth day the skin is buried and the pain with it.

  6. Local Cures

    Language
    English

    it in water to the sick child. Give the child three drops of water out of the fishes mouth, the release the trout in the exact spot where you caught it.
    The rickets are cured by a blacksmith whose people have for three hundred years been blacksmiths. The parents hold the child on the anvil and the blacksmith makes three strokes at the infant while saying certain prayers.

  7. Food in Olden Times

    Language
    English
    Collector
    Pádhraic Ó hEarman
    Age
    12
    Informant
    Mrs Annie Herman
    Age
    71

    was used the people used mutton.
    Fish was greatly used, salmon trout and ling fish. A lot of people used to fish long ago. There were not much vegetables used long ago as there is now because the people would not grow them. The chief vegetables that were used were turnips and cabbage. People did not eat late at night everybody had their supper at six o'clock in the morning.

  8. Old Stories

    Language
    English
    Collector
    Mary Campbell

    Not far from where I live there is a very nice well that is called St. Patrick's well. It is said by the old people that many cures took place there. It is still visited by strangers, who are not known to the present generation, people who (are) (not) were exiled to foreign lands and who have come back to pay a visit to old ancient places.
    I have heard the old people say that a trout in this well had been taken out, and when it was cooked nothing remained to be seen but pure blood. Beside this well is a mound, and on it grows a big ash tree. The owner

  9. Lakes

    Language
    English

    The nearest lake to our house is in the townland of Drumheriff. It is called Mc Connor's lake. It is not a very big one its area being about two acres. The principal fish got in this lake is the pike, though eels and perch too are to be found in it but not so plentifully - for the pike preys upon those varieties viz perch and trout.
    Water-hens and wild ducks frequent this lake too and a few swans usaully take up their abode there in the spring time every year.
    Taplagh Lake is now Broomfield N. School - about a quarter of a mile distant. It is a shallow and muddy lake and "Flaggers" extend out from the shore or margin - so that only about one acre of water is visible in the centre.

  10. (no title)

    It happened that when St Patrick was crossing over the mountains from Clogher he became hungry.

    Language
    English
    Informant
    Hugh Murray
    Age
    72

    It happened that when St Patrick was crossing over the mountains from Clogher he became hungry. He had meat and, to spare, but as the day was Friday there was nothing for him but to wade in the river and search under the stones for a trout. And so it came about that he found one that was soft in the fingers: and he washed it and dressed it: he built a wee fire of heather: he cooked it and cooled it

    Then it was that he poked in his bag of provender for the pinch of salt to kitchen the meal. But there was none. So he went on and on to a high hill where a shepherd lad was herding hogs. There was salt in the shepherd’s pouch but he was a heathen and refused the holy man. So the saint prayed for a space and there came a fine rain that wet the grasses: and the sun shone and the blades dried, and a fine white powder

  11. Local Cures

    Language
    English

    The cure of the mumps is to tie the halter of an ass around the affected persons heck and lead him round the pig sty or over a south running river every day for nine days after each other.
    It is said that warts are cured by rubbing the, with the water that is in a hole in the side of a tree in the graveyard.
    Any person owning a piebald horse can cure the measles. Whatever such a person gives the sufferer to eat or drink will be a cure.
    The cure of the chin-cough is to put the child three times under a young ass foal that never wore a saddle. After this give the child a drink of spring-water and the juice of flax-seed.
    The whooping cough is cured by catching a trout in the river and bringing

  12. (no title)

    "Feahoe" - : means the wood of the yew trees because there is plantation in which yew trees grow.

    Language
    English

    Feahoe which also adds to its scenery. The total number of people living in the townland is 39, and they make their living by agriculture.
    There are two songs which are connected with Feahoe "The Lake of Ballyhoe" and "Some thirteen years ago".
    Mrs, Eggleston is the oldest woman in Feahoe.

    Ballyhoe:-
    There is a beautiful lake in this townland known as "Ballyhoe Lake" and hundreds of people come to bathe in it, in the summer time. This lake is not deep but there are a lot of fish in it: such as salmon, pike, perch, trout and bream. On the west side of this lake a river known as Derry river and continues its course through it to the east side where it flows into Glyde. Along the brim of this river there is the mouth of a cave which runs through a man's field called (Bernard [?]Keelan Ballyhoe) it is said there is a treasure of two thousand sovereigns hidden there. Cassidy is the oldest name in the district. There was once a time that in every house in Feahoe there was the name of Cassidy.

  13. Old Crafts

    Language
    English
    Informant
    Mr J. Hall

    kiln, and all are burned for a couple of days and the stones burn white.
    The blacker the stones are going in, the whiter the lime coming out.

    Fishing
    Fishing is still carried on in many parts of this district
    There are several kinds of fishing, fishing for trout and salmon with flies, rods, and casts, fishing in the lakes with rod, line and worm and fishing for pike with spoon bait or minnow.
    First the worm or food is put on the hook, and it is dropped into the river or lake, and when a slight tug is felt on the rod, it is pulled up, the fish taken off, and another worm put on and so on.
    Nail Making
    Nail making is not carried on now. The people that made them long ago were called nailers. First the nail iron as it was called was put into the fire, and when it was red it was taken out, and cut into three pieces which when straightened out were called nails. To make the tops of them, the ends were hammered into the size required.

  14. Old Sayings

    Language
    English
    Collector
    Rita Murphy
    Informant
    John Murphy
    Age
    72
    Occupation
    farmer

    Old sayings

    "A wee sheep is a lamb a long time".
    "Marry a woman from Truagh, and you marry all Truagh".
    "What would make him ashamed, would turn a funeral".
    "The person who has butter gets more butter".
    "If the rowan tree is tall even so it is bitter on the top"
    "Trotting after the quality and always last".
    What butter or whiskey will not cure is incurable."
    "The drunkard will soon have daylight in through the rafters".
    "A trout in the ashes is better than a salmon in the water".

  15. (no title)

    Bragan is a very large townland.

    Language
    English
    Collector
    Mary Pearson
    Informant
    Mary Ann Mc Kenna

    114

    Written by Mary Pearson
    Bragan
    Told by Mary Ann McKenna
    Bragan
    Bragan is a very large townland.
    A large portion of it is mountainous although it is very good grazing for cattle and sheep.
    There are three lakes on the mountains one called "Lough Bradan" which took its name from a black trout which was caught in it in olden times.
    The other two lakes are about the same size.
    There is another place on the hill which belongs to Mick Treanor where there lies a large yellow stone called "Cloc Buide"
    There is another place known as "Leac an Sagairt" where a priest was shot saying mass in the penal days.
    Bragan took its name from a fairy's shoe which was found in it.
    There is a large quantity of bog and the people of the locality draw home a good supply of the best quality.
    The broad road that runs from

  16. Seanfhocail ón Cheantar

    Language
    Mixed

    Ach 'mur líónann Mí na bhFaoillidh na fuairlidh,
    líonann Márta go díon na dtoigheacha iad.
    (If February does not fill the dykes, March will fill them as high as the hatch of the houses)

    Súil, glún agus uilleann, na trí neithe (seicní) is frithre a gcolainn an duine.
    (The eye the knee and the elbow the three most sensitive membranes of the human body).
    Leig sé a mhaide leis a' tsruth.
    (He neglected his business)
    Tá tú comh casta le duirín snáth.
    (You are as cranky as a hank of yarn)
    Char fhan tú faill na fáilte amuigh.
    (You are not absent long enough to be welcomed)
    Éist le tuile na h-abhann agus gabhfaidh tú breac.
    (Listen to the noise of the river and you will catch a trout)
    Íth do sháith, chan eadh anns a bhidh atá an urchóid.
    (Eat your fill, it is not in the food the evil is).

  17. Local Poets

    Language
    English
    Collector
    Leanor Hughes

    Two poets named William Hughes and A. Stoaps, lived in our district.
    They lived in the year 1857 and died in the year 1926 and was buried at Frankford. Amongst some of his poems was one entitled


    "Thought After a Visit to The Fane Valley in Spring"
    Fair Fane! in all the vales
    Which mark thy course along.
    The fairest is the pleasant dale
    Where I locate my song.
    'tis here thy youthful, purling stream
    Flows through it rocky passes
    Round flowing creeks by leafy shrubs
    And daisy sprinkled grasses.
    As down thy patient pebbled bed.
    Thy crystal waters glide.
    The margin of two counties.
    Love the friends, of either side.
    The lightly springing speckled trout
    Cleave thy tide like a dart.
    And safe beneath the hawthorn shade,
    defy the angler's art.

  18. POEM

    I
    Fair Fane! in all the vales which mark thy course along,
    The fairest is the pleasant dale where I locate my song,
    tis here thy youthful, purling stream flows through its rocky passes,
    Round flowery creeks by leafy shrubs and daisy sprinkled grasses.

    II

    As down thy patient pebbled bed thy crystal waters glide,
    The margin of two counties love the friend of either side,
    The lightly springing speckled trout cleave thy tide like a dart,
    And safe beneath the hawthorn shade, defy the angler's art.

    III

    Here Luganearly lowly bebnds to kiss thy margin fair,
    And Altnamackin stoopeth down the envied kiss to share,
    While Skeriff coyly lies behind the hills of Ballinavea,
    And Skerrymore, like a knigh of yore, stands guarding night and day

  19. The Banks of the Callan

    Language
    English

    (I)

    There's a dear little town in the heart of our country,
    It nestles mid fields that are verdant and green,
    Tho' the wide world I roam I can never forget it,
    Sweet Keady where childhood's loved pleasure I've seen

    (II)
    Its daughters are fair, and its young men are healthy,
    The sky hangs 'oer all with a neer fading blue
    And the Callan flows by with its trout laden waters,
    Still murmring its song, deep, eternal and true

    (III)
    It sings of the lives of the faithful and true men,
    Who first saw the light and now sleep by its side,
    Pure hard lives that still shine like bright beacons to guide us
    Tho' times have since altered and long years divide.

    (IV)
    Now exile I wander far far from my homeland
    Still memories will linger dear Keady of you
    Tho' my dust may with mat of the stranger commingle
    My spirit will hover o'er Clay's water blue.

    The Callan is a tributary of the Blackwater on which is built the town of Keady.

  20. The Maid of Anketell Grove

    Language
    English

    161

    The maid of Anketell Grove
    It being in the merry month of May,
    For a stroll before repose.
    I strayed along to hear the song
    Of the birds in Ankel (Anketell) Grove.
    Where the thrush and the lark do sing till dark
    And the cuckoo sounds so clear
    And the blackbird whistles on each bough
    Most charming for to hear.
    By the one eyed bridge my way I took
    Where fishes they do swim
    The eel and trout do sport about
    And swallows they do skim.
    Where the owl and bat all day lie flat
    In the ivy that grows green.
    That climbs the wall both straight and tall
    Most charming to be seen.
    By Cooper hill I next did stray
    To view the timber strong.
    Where the ash and elm does point to Heaven
    And the oak and beech grow long
    Where the elm and elder does rise in splendor
    And the Scotch and Spruce does stand
    The rooks and quests [?] does build their nests
    In the branches spreading grand.