This game was played in different ways. I have described in another part of this book how it used be played in Glynn. This is how it used be played in Bridgetown. A crowd of fellows would sit down on the floor in a circle and the fool would be put sitting in the centre of the circle. The crowd sitting around in the circle would be passing the brogue from one to another, and the fool would be trying to catch it. He would make a drive for the boot when he would see it, but some of the crowd would pass it quickly to each other, and when the fool would make a drive for it probably he would get a "welt" of it in the back of the head. This is how the game used be played.

in Bridgetown. They were playing "hurry the brogue" one night at a wake in Bannow and the game went so high that they hit the corpse in the bed with the brogue. It happened that the "corpse" was only in a trance and jumped up and got allright and lived for years afterwards. Another time there was a wake in Bannow, and the corpse was over the kitchen. It was a very old house ready to fall asunder. There was dancing and singing and [?] going on in the kitchen, and others were drinking tea, when down comes the loft and the corpse fell right on the table where they were drinking the tea.

There was a certain thing that I forgot to mention when I was writing down the doctor's rhyme
There was a set of mummers in Bridgetown one night, and they were saying the rhymes. The Emperor of Russia said the the Grand Signeor. "You infidel go down to hell, and there you'll meet your doom" Then of course he hit him with his sword, and the Grand Signeor fell. The Doctor was called in and he said his rhyme and then he went to examine the Grand Signeor, and they found that he was dead.
So they said to each other that it certainly wasn't right to say, "You infidel go down to hell, and there

Dicky Fitzgerald were an ould man who lived near Bridgetowne (Bridgetown). He was very fond of work and he hated a wet day when he'd have to be idle,
If any people were inside of a wet day when 'twould be near clearing up Dicky would say to them:
"I aint raining now
nor 'taint leaving it alone
But if I wor in your house
I'd go home".

An old man by the name of Joe Sutton lived down near Rathangan not far from Bridgetown. He was a kind of a poet, very handy at making verses.
He was summoned wan time for having his ass on the roadside and was brought before the Court. The judge asked him "what have you to say for yourself
Sutton stood up and said:
'Poor Joe's ass ran short of grass
His park was lately sowed
And Gentleman, I'll do my best
To keep him off the road."Sutton the Poet
At a place called Ballinalee, near Ballywitty, a family of Crosbie's lived wan time. The Crosbies were tormented from an