Scoil: Mágh Rua (B.) (uimhir rolla 5880)

Suíomh:
Maigh Rua, Co. Luimnigh
Múinteoir:
John Maher
Brabhsáil
Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0522, Leathanach 075

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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0522, Leathanach 075

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  1. XML Scoil: Mágh Rua (B.)
  2. XML Leathanach 075
  3. XML “Some Stories That Are Told in This Parish”
  4. XML “Some Stories That Are Told in This Parish”
  5. XML “Some Stories That Are Told in This Parish”

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  2. Long ago there lived a poor man. He had a little field and at the end of it was a fairy fort. This man used to go out every evening looking at his cattle. One dark winters evening as he was going out he saw a light shining around the fort. He went up to the fort to see what it was it. When he reached it he saw a leprechaun mending his boots. As the leprechaun did not see him he stole up behind him and caught him. He held him until he showed him where he had the crock of gold hidden. When the man had all the gold he went home delighted but the same evening it was a sad story for him because all his animals were gone with the leprechaun. The man went into the Fort for them and when he did all the fairies caught him and took the gold from him. Then they held him over the fire and roasted him and soon they were all sitting down to a fine dinner.
    Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.
  3. Long ago there lived a man by the name of Tim Withoutfear. One day he went travelling in the country and night was falling when he was coming home. He went into a cottage and asked for the night lodging. The woman of the house welcomed him and gave him his supper. When he had it eaten he thanked her and they both sat down at the fire and told stories. Here is one of them that the woman told. She had a little cow out in a little field and every night the grass used to be cut. Tim said
    (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
    Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.