Scoil: Sceichín an Rince, Cloichín an Mhargaidh
- Suíomh:
- Sceichín an Rince, Co. Thiobraid Árann
- Múinteoir: Dómhnall Ua Cathasaigh
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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0573, Leathanach 139
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- XML Scoil: Sceichín an Rince, Cloichín an Mhargaidh
- XML Leathanach 139
- XML “A Pocupine Milks Cow”
- XML “Cats' Cunning”
- XML “Birds' Dispute”
- XML “Birds' Dispute”
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- One day all the birds disputed to know which could go the highest. The eagle said she could so the wren said herself could they tried, just as they were going to rise the wren stole under the eagle's wing. As she was at the highest pitch the wren flew out and said good morning. I am the king of all birds. On account of her tricks she was hunted on Saint Stephen's day.
- When Our Lord was dying on the cross a robin pulled a torn out of his head. A drop of(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
