St Patrick was another time driving the devil out of Ireland. He happened on him somewhere about the middle of Ireland, and he drove him southwards. When the devil came to the place known as the Devil's Bit, he took a huge bite of the land and ran away in the direction of Wesford. He ran on until he came to the Duncannon and St. Patrick following. He ran from Duncannon to Bannow, from Bannow to Duncormick and from Duncormick to Kilmore. When he got to Kilmore he was cornered, so he had no alternative but take to the water and into the water he went with his big load in his mouth. St. Patrick followed on until he came to the edge of the water and found he could go no further. He took up a

There was a little thatched cabin out there at the corner of my garden. The signs of the walls are in it yet. There was an ould woman living there by the name of Bet Reefóg, but now she's head bottlewasher in Fiddlers' Green.
In the time of '98 the North Cork Militia stopped there when they were on their way to Duncannon, and they tried to burn it.The finest girls that ever stood on four legs are around this part of the country.

I
Wan evening of late from Wexford I strayed
It was down for Duncannon I was making my way.
Paddy Breens of the Dirr [?] a short time I delayed.
where I wet my whistle with portor.
II
I kindled my pipe and I spit in me fist
And along the coach road like a deer I did quit
I didn't care for bailiffs landlords or Ould Nick
But I sank like a lark in the morning.
III
I hadn't gone wan mile if the road
When I heard a dispute at a farmer's abode