in the year 1844 & Sir Richard Butler, wishing to please her new lady, determined to present her with a magnificent new park at the expence of the tenants. He, however, Father Clowry and the tenants’ representatives that he would renew the lease WORD for WORD. This was done at the Spring Assises word for word but the rent was threbled in FIGURES. Father Clowry proved the document illegal and won the day for the time being. He organised all the tenants and bound them to resist eviction by all means in their power. It was quite evident to Sir Richard and to his party that they had no chance of success until the priest was removed. At last they got their opportunity: the old man became dead and was attended, as a matter of course, by the Protestant doctor. My grandmother (née Byrne, relative of Billy Byrne of Ballymanus of 1798 fame) had business in the chemist’s shop in Tullow one morning after Mass when he overheard the following conversation:
Doctor: “How is Clowry this morning?”
Chemist: “I’d say he’s easy. I gave him a bottle last night that should cook his goose.”
My grandmother left the shop and commandeering a saddle horse from Mahere's yard rode home at top speed and was in time to destroy the bottle before the priest had partaken of its contents - poison, we may well rest

home. When he got in the home field he sees the horses making for him from the forh. On they came like the wind & when they were passing he gathers in his coat tails, beads & all in his hands & they brushed by him. I tell you he was afraid & good reason he had, too.
they very next day he was in Tipperary & this girl came over to him & shook his hand. He nearly went in through the window when she ups & tells him every place he put his foot last night. You had a narrow escape" says she some of them were for taking you & some of them were for leaving you. You may thank you good neighbours."
He never was seen out after dark for 12 months.
[The hoursemen were his deceased neighbours. The girl whom he met in Tipp was a first cousin of his own. She had witnessed in a dream his harrowing experience of the night before. Vouched pr by Mr Tom Flood, Toem, etc]

This is a sthory about a spy who lived in at [?] at wan time, an' his name was Burley. He was greatly hated among the people for they couldn't have a dhrop o' poteen unknownsht, but he hadn't the Revenue informed about it.
Wan time he found out that there was a sthill ta be had somewhere near the "corners at Heapstown, so off he goes ta ballymote, hot foot ta inform the Revenue it was durin' the night time that he went, an' he was promished five shillins' o' a reward if he could take the Revenue to the place where the sthill was before mornin.
He said that he could easily, but it was in the may time o' the year, an' o' courche the sun rises very early on a may-mornin, an' the ould spy, it seems didn't think about that, an' he was only comin along at "Shralahan" about a mile an a half or so, from where the sthill was, when it was broad day-light. He began ta grow very nervous, for he didn't want anywan ta see him wit the Revenue men, so he sey that he wouldn't go any further wit them, that they'd be able ta find the sthill themselves.
The Revenue men o' courche didnt know a thing about the place at all, or where they would find the sthill

I pray God may it be my lot to travel back some day
To scenes I love and can't forget at home in Sweet Galway.There is no one where I was born would recognize me face:
Yet still I hope that some bright morn I'll see that lovely place.
The friends I loved in early youth are long since passed away,
But I will pray above their graves at home in Sweet Galway.

Phil Lennon is dead these years. He was a cursed quare fellow. (= V. humorous fellow i.oc.) He could make a verse while you'd be looking around you.
He came in to the house wan day, there was now wan inside only my Grandmother. Theyw ere talking about piseógs and wan thing and another, and my Grandmother said she did not believe in them things at all.
Musha say Phil:
Long may yez reign ma'm me gallant ould woman
Long may yez reign ma'm with youth by your side
If all the ouls women in this country ware like you
These blasted ould tricks would be seen put aside.

I
I'll sing for you a verse or two, I wont detain you long
My heart and mind being firm and true, so hear my simple song.
My faults are many but you may forgive all little flaws
Just when I say that night and day I'm standing for the cause.
II
At every gathering I have been, through Sligo up and down
At Curry, Ballymore and Skreen and Bunninadden town

they war tellin' it, but anyhow heres all I brought wit me.There was a family livin over near Ballyfarnon at wan time, an' they war rich people when every wan else round was poor. Some neighbourin girl got married inta the place, an' she was so proud o her luck, is that she got very haughty an' proud. She had no family however, an' she was very jealous o' other women, who had families.
Wan day she was sthandin outside her hall dure. talkin to another woman, when she saw a poor ould beggar woman comin' up the avenue to her, an' she had four or five childre with her. "Who is the sow and the litter of Bonhamp" sey she to the other woman.
The woman was so surprised as that she didn't answer her only walked away. The poor ould woman came up is far is her, an' asked her for an alms, but she refushed her, an' turned her awan, an' set the dog in her. The ould woman jusht when she was goin' out o' sight turned round an' she shook her fisht back at her, and she sey "May God's curshe fall upon ye", and [?] is heavens it did, an heavy.
The woman is I said before has no family, but afther that a daughte was born to her, an' God bless the mark

I, Mary Mannion, hereby in consideration of Forty Pounds Sterling, assign all the right, Title and Interest and my Heirs, in the within lease and premises to Patrick Hicks, his heirs and assignees, and undertake anytime hereafter, I may be so required, I will execute such other assignments thereof as may be presented to me.
Given under my hand and dated at Ballymoe this the 19th day of April 1848.
Mary Mannion
About the year 1852 the said Patrick Hicks emigrated to America. His address was -
Patt Hicks
No.92 Suranson Street
Blue Anchor Hotel Philadelphia
State of Pennsylvania North America

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and it was with respect they did
select, the lands of Adamstown.
III
Six noble steeds were mounted that had neither blemish or flaw
They were .Hilltown, PoleStar, Brian
O'Lynn and Williams from Glendaw.
and several other horses whose name
I have not found.
Young Williams takes the farmer's
stakes this day in Adamstown
Brian O'Lynn spoke to his rider
drawing nigh the winning post
Saying if Pole Star had much
farther to go
he'd have nothing much to boast
of or it is on the grass plain to be seen
Before thousands on the ground
the Glendaw lass this day I passed
in sporting Adamstown
IV
The next appeared the handicap
as you may understand.

1
Going away, The Shepherd's praise and bless the night.
O truly blessed night! This is the night what to-day gives to grace and associates with holiness all the faithful of Christ. It rescues them from the vices of the world, and enlightens them amid the darkness of sinners
- St Augustine.Oh, praised and ever - bless'd this happy night
In every creature's name, we'd speak thy praise;
While Angels sing of thee from height to height,
May Earth retain thy time and date always
In circling years, whene'er thou shalt recur,

III
And I trampin along what did I meet
but an elegant house and a comely fine street.
Says I to myself this is a fine place
to get work with spade shovel or fork
When I went in the truth I may own
There were some of them knitting and some of them sowing
Says Mary to Maggie he's no good at all
for he was to take our both to the ball.
I was nicely hoped up "Ah well to be sure
Bad luck to the day I first came to Redmoor.
IIII
The master came down, and asked me to hire

I
As I roamed out one evening in the pleasant month of May,
It was down by Carrig River I carelessly did stray,
When the hawthorn and sweet briar it would your heart illume,
And the rippling of the waters when the "frockuns" were in bloom.
II
I often times in vain regret the things I might have seen.
I've seen the past but can't forget the things that might have been,
As I strolled along the small brids song went rippling through the sky,
O'er the lonely church of Carrig hill where '98 men lie.
III
I often times go view the graves where my school mates do lie,
We often joined in harmless sport in the day that's long gone by.

it was in her hands she resigned her last breath.
VI
The days sport was over and sportsmen coming home
We went up to Bree to drink on the fun
We drank a health to O Neill
May he long be the owner of a horse of good metal and courage undaunted
He fears no high fence or difficult ground.
There is another young sportsman his name I must mention
I'm sorry I saw him thrown out on to-day
One Mr. Apple a noble contender for fox hounds or hare hounds he'd master the play.
But his charger was young and untrained she was killed
And I hope again next year he will join the funds

This Domhnall Ó Murcadha was a splendid type of Gael, mentally and physically. With his 3rd O Growney he attended evening schools with the gorsoons and girshas of the parish. He was nearly 50 years of age at the time; D,C.: etc -
Seoinín Inspector visited the school during day classes and before he leaves seoinín schoolmaster from Mágh Croma said : Oh I forgot,Sir, we have a curiosity here".
"Sh, indeed and what may it be?"
"A boy whose father knows Irish"
"That surely would be one of the 7 wonders of the World"
Young Seán Ó Murcada was called out.
"Well, my boy. Your father knows Irish?"
"He does",
"What Irish does he know?"
"He knows the Irish for HOMMER" (.i. casúr)
Domhnall was well contented when he had a good working vocab for the farm: capall - bán - mór - beag casúr, sgian, braca, etc etc.
But to think of the insult cast on him publically by that seoinín, whose first tongue was Irish. I have left that school just about one year before the above incident occurred
Result was that Seán refused to go to higher school or college, fearing he might meet more of that detestable type. "I'll list first", he declared in my own presence (1906)

for it on the Last Day and also for any particle of your body (nail clippings etc) with wh. you may have parted during life.
The clock is "fair" = keeping correct time.
What kind is it? becomes "What kind is it like?" one of the expressions by wh the Carlow man is known wherever he goes (cf."yĕ"of the Kilkenny man). "What kind is that watch like? It never keeps to fair time".
"Yous (z)" universal in Carlow = yĕ in Kilkenny. "Where are yous (z)going? "Will yě now?"
Before polish was invented burnt straw or the "insides of a frog" were used to "blacken" boots and shoes.
"They must be threshing early over in -----------". "You'd think they didn't leave the frog in the Black Bog they had such a shine up" (and cut such a dash).
A haughty overbearing woman is a "Major" or a "Dowager".
A 'self-opinionated' self - asserting wife is a "tartar".
Aingeiseoir, universal.
A "lock" of hay: = beart or gabháil or a small load on cart. "Throw the cows a "lock" of hay"(leac?)
"The cows all ran tré-n-a chéile on me".
"Ná bac leis" "Druig an dorais"
Ribeog is the old Carlow word for a wax-end . The natives of Co Carlow are the "scallion-eaters". They formerly specialised as market gardeners for Dublin.
Kildare - "Short-grass"
Wicklow "Goat Suckers"

15. "Does she think it's Dean Swift she has?", as the girl said of the mistress who was always telling her hurry, hurry (Co. Tipp N).
16. He is not injuring her at all; it's serving her he is", as Peter Horgan the poet said when he saw the boar and sow. (Cappa).
17. Ned the M sat for an exam to join the old R.I.C. He failed. "Why happened, Ned to say you failed the exam?" "I think I put too many Zs in scissors". He was a tailor! [Doon
18. "They do be in it" (Doon and Cappa) = The fairies one.
19. "They are coming for me", said when anything happens.
20. "I haven't enough to 'sop' a goat (Cappa) (i) - No land.
21. "I haven't the grass of a maggot" (Doon) - no land.
22. Bushy eyebrows sign of long life (Cappa) M. Quirke.
23. "Any day of the week" = at any time at all (Doon and Cappa).
24. "That's a horse of another colour" - a different matter.
25. If you get a hurl when you are young , it may OFFEND you before you die"" (Cappa) = come against you.
26. "Black fist" exchanging for something you don't see. Pig in poke but only done with article concealed in 'fisht' (Doon).
27. "He is all edge" - full of enthusiasm (Murroe, Co Limk. ).
28. "He hasn't what wd. clean a pair of candle-sticks" - ie. Very poor (Murroe). Candlesticks lent for wake must be cleaned before being returned to owner.