Scoil: Cúl an Dasain (Cooladawson) (uimhir rolla 1620)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Legend of Stumpy's Brae (ar lean)

   

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   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Guid bless us a' cried the wife wi' a smile But yours is a thrivin' trade. Oh aye I've travelled many a mile, And plenty have I made. The man sat on by the dull fire-flame When the pedlar went to rest, Close to his ear the devil came, And slipped into his breast. He looked at his wife by the dull fire-light And she was as bad as he, "Could we no' murder you man the night?" "Aye cold we ready" quo' she. He took the pick without a word Where it stood ahint the door, As he passed in the sleepe stirred But neve wakened more. "He's dead" said the auld man comin' back "But what o' the corpse my dear?" "We'll bury him safe in his ain wee pack Never you mind the loss of the sack, For I've ta'en out the gear"

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

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