came to Jack next day in the garden and says now Jack I'm done would ye and ye have to get nine blackthorn sticks he says no matter where you get them and for nine mornings place a blackthorn on a rush each morning
So Jack done that before to got married to her brought her home to his own country so put down the kettle and make tay and if they dont live happy that we may

cut some good blackthorn sticks and put them up in the Chimney to season so that they would be tough. The day came anyhow and they took down the sticks out of the chimney and tied them up in a bundle and they left wan a piece for themselves to walk with. The mother then got the bundle across her shoulders and the three started off for the fair. Coming on to the evening the two Guinifs got their backs to a lime kiln and the mother stood beside them and laid down her bundle and the two sons took off thier coats turned up their sleves and again challenged all the Cogleys in the county to fight. The Cogleys came from all parts and all were armed with big sticks and the fight started and what Cogleys were in the fair couldn't get between the Guinifs and the kiln and they beat the Cogleys out of the fair in the latter end. Whenever the Cogleys would make a stroke the Guinifs would ward it off and then land the Cogleys with a box under the chin

There used to be great fights and feuds between parishes and baronys long ago and Adamstown used to be a great place for that. About sixty seven or seventy years ago this used to take place. They used to fight on the fairs and at the races, especially when people would have a sup of drink taken for it was ? that time and nearly anyone would be able to buy what would make them drunk for a shilling. In fact they would never fight at all only when they had drink taken. Almost at every fair when the buying and selling would be over and the men would all go off to the public houses, the fighting would start. They would use big blackthorn sticks for the purpose and it is often people came home with their bones broken and had to stay in bed for a week or so.

up and tould the man his story, and the two then set off again to find the culprit that took the boots on the poor chap. The went on anyhow to where the Garter man was as they were suspicious of that boyon. but neither trace or tidings of him could they find. Now they kneew themselves that he was the man that took the boots. So they hunted the fair for him and in the latter end they found him and he was standing under the eve of a thatched house. The eve was about four feet thick and he stood there and the boots across his shoulders and a big blackthorn stick in his hand and he dared anyone to come near him. The man and Tully came up and they got two long sticks and started beating all around the Garter man but they couldn't get near him After a while a crowd gathered and they knocked thatch flying form over his head and they had the house almost stripped but they were no nearer to stirring the Garter man. In the latter end the man of the house came out and a [?] in wan hand and the woman behind him and a big can of boiling

is to make 3 distinct efforts to break the other top by hitting it deliberately with the spear of his own. Should he fail to slip the down top recourse is had to "three stone pegs". They cast at the molly once more and the attacker is selected and he has liberty to do his utmost to slip his opponent's to by using a good big stone as a hammer and his own top as splitter. In this game the biter is often bitten
The modern shop top is no match for the home-turned and home-spurred crab or blackthorn whether as attacker or attackée. Ball in the Cap_ passim , is dócha.

The boy got the fright of his life, and he ran back as fast as he could and told his master that the cows were grazing in the giants' land and that Jack was nowhere to be seen; that he must be surely killed.
The gentleman got a great fright when he heard this, and he ordered the bell to be rung for his workmen to come home immediately. They came; and he went about twenty of them off to the farm to bring home the cows, and see if they could find Jack anywhere. So they armed themselves with blackthorn sticks. Every wan of 'em was afraid but they didn't let on they were. When they came to the upper farm they peeped over the wall and after a while they went in to the lawn to round up the cows.
They were just in the field when who did they see coming down from the castle but me brave Jack. Jack sent wan man home with the cows and brought the other nineteen up to the castle, and

shot here (i.e in Ballylove next townland to Tuam an S) one night coming from Tipperary after selling a load of pigs or butter. You can see the spot. I think the bush is there still on the side of the road. The blackthorns never grew an inch since. They say there's something seen there at night. Jim bán had great trouble in getting his horse to pass that spot one night not so long ago
"There were some terrible big fields on the Dundrum Estate. It was divided under the 1903 Act. There was one field containing 109 Irish acres and another had 105 Irish acres in it. The Lower Field, now belonging to the nuns is 68 Irish acres in extent.
Eviction at Knockougragh (Cnoch Odhroe or Cnoc Gabhrach)
"Father Crowe along did go his cause for to lay down
To rouse the people up and down in the country and in town...etc"
Song composed by Peter Horgan (local poet)Lines on Parson Topping
"Old Topping came hopping to preach in TOEM Church.
He appeared like a raven or if I could say something worse.
His mouth like a cod-fish and the eyes did beam in his hood
and his teeth were like the nails what were nailed round Calvin's old bed"
-Peter Horgan (local poet)Peter Horgan (i.e. Dwyer (Horgan) was an illiterate poet of great parts. Wrote scenes of topical songs. Lived in townland of Cappawhite. Died in the year 1910.

was nothing short of vandalism, as the
place was beloved by all both
young and old.
I went to look at
the clearance and it is always as
you know a hard experience to see
a tree cut down unless it be a
dead one no matter what the
necessity may be. Now besides the
hazels and szeacs there were graceful
birches and blackthorns which fell
under the axes.
That same night I was
reading in my room if you may
call it such, in fact it was the corner
of an old barn loft and it was
swarming with rats as well as mice
and I was always like to read
a little before going to sleep. Well
anyhow I was just going to put out
the candle and go asleep when a sharp
knock came to the door. I hurried to the
door and there to my surprise I saw a
man and he as pale as the wall.
"What's the matter?" I said "I've