Scoil: Gortermone
- Suíomh:
- Gort ar Mónaidh, Co. Liatroma
- Múinteoir: Mrs A. O' Reilly
Tagairt chartlainne
Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0229, Leathanach 188
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- XML Scoil: Gortermone
- XML Leathanach 188
- XML “Riddles”
- XML “Making of Poteen”
Nóta: Ní fada go mbeidh Comhéadan Feidhmchláir XML dúchas.ie dímholta agus API úrnua cuimsitheach JSON ar fáil. Coimeád súil ar an suíomh seo le haghaidh breis eolais.
Ar an leathanach seo
- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)I heard a dead man call. His head was flesh. Hi smouth was horn I thought such a man was never born.
(Cock-crowing).I sat on my hunkers and looked through my winkers and what did I see but the dead burying the live.
(A raked fire).
- Long ago "poteen" was a drink made by every person. First a certain amount of oats was steeped for twenty four hours. It was put on a clay floor to bud and was then brought to the mill to be dried. It was then boiled in a pot or vessel in a field or lime kiln. The steam passed though into a still out of which it was a worm [a pipe made of copper] in the end of which was a straw. It dropped down like water into a vessel and then the poteen was ready for drinking.
