School: Dromlogach Mainistir na Féile (roll number 10908)

Location:
Drom Leagach, Co. Chiarraí
Teacher:
Eighneachán Ó Muircheartaigh
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    Some years ago there was a great parish priest in Duagh whose name was Father Jim Harnett it was said he had great power...

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    Long ago there lived a very honest man with his wife and young family he was very poor and he found it very hard to get work for the times were very bad.

    Long ago there lived a very honest man with his wife and young family he was very poor and he found it very hard to get work for the times were very bad. He was going breaking stones one morning and he had nothing to eat for his breakfast nor was there a bite in the house for the family. He knelt down and said his prayers and he said to himself how will my wife comfort the children when they wake. As he was crossing a field on his way to work he picked up a shilling he knelt down and thanked God for giving him the price of the bread when the children got up they started crying for something to eat and their mother was trying to keep them quiet. A
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