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School: Kilcullen (Convent) (roll number 11806)

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Cill Chuillinn, Co. Chill Dara
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    Topics
    1. seánra
      1. ealaín bhéil (~1,483)
        1. scéalta grinn (~6,086)
    2. am
      1. tréimhsí staire sonracha (~25)
        1. aimsir na bpéindlíthe (~4,335)
    3. ócáidí
      1. ócáidí (de réir trátha bliana) (~11,476)
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Betty Byrne
    Gender
    Female
    Informant
    Mrs Byrne
    Relation
    Parent
    Gender
    Female

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    One Hallow Eve night a crowd of boys went to a farmer's place in Ballymore, and took a horse's cart, and put it into a stream some distance away, for a joke. When they were going along the road, they met the owner of the cart, and they asked him to give them a hand, he said he was only too delighted to do so - not knowing at this time it was his own cart. He helped them to carry it and throw it into the water, little knowing it was his own cart.
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    Long ago a priest used go from house to house collecting. As he drew near a certain house an old woman who lived in it starting combing her hair. Well knowing who the priest was, and what he was coming for, she continued to comb it. The priest then said to her "You have a lovely head of hair to-day, to tomorrow you will not have much of it." On awakening next morning she [saw to?] her horror that all her hair had fallen out during the night and now lay on the pillow.
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