In Tramore in olden days wakes were a lot different to what they are today. They were remarkable for gaiety, which held sway during the three days. The first part of the fun at the wake would begin by drinking to the dead person a wish that he was happy in their new life. Afterwards every body would fill up whilst the beer and snuff would last. At about twelve o'clock at night all the widows and old women of the Parish would come to the kitchen and start what is called ''kientacauning''. To listen to those women singing such a mournful chant, is said to make the hearer remember it to her dying days. This chanting would be kept up for twelve hours and it was done with out light except for the candles round the Corpse. When the day for Burial came, all the dead persons

The landlord of this district was Mr. Henry Gallwey. He was living in Tramore and he had a whiskey store in Waterford. He was looked upon as being a good landlord. Evictions did not take place. If a person had not all the rent together, a little at the time need only be paid. The landlord would wait until the person got some money to pay up. The landlord bought the land from the landlord before him. Forms were not made or sub divided under his guidance. The landlord would not mind what was done with the land if ther rent was paid. Tithes were not collected in this townland. There is no story about the landlord or tenant.

Over fifty years ago there was a man evicted in this district. The Land League people bought timber and built a hut for himself and his wife. The house was in a lane going out to the Back Strand. It was in Corcoran's ground. The Land League people used give the man and woman money for their needs. The house was called the Land League Hut. When the people died the hut was brought away and was put near the race course at Tramore. The house is there always but no one ever lived in it since it was put there.

The Assumption falls on the fifteenth of August. Great races are in Tramore on that day. The people from all around go to them. The races are very good on that day. The trains leave Ballycullane at eleven o clock. The children that go with the people get lost, and the guards bring them to the station, and the get them there.John Joe Culleton

Poll Howlett, in the cliffs
Poll na gCorc(a) in the cliffs
Leach na Shag, in the cliffs
Beann Buidhe, in the cliffs
Awk in Affling, a rock in the sea
Poll Singen, E. of the Castles
Port na Lice, on Tramore Bayside
Faill na Raca on Tramore Bayside
Caindlí Buidhe, (Pron. Coinlee) at seawardside
Scolta Dilisc, a rock
Tráigh Bheag, strand on southside
Port Umhna (Oona), a point of the head
Scolta gan Áird, a barren large rock
Carraig Ghabhair Riabhach (pron. carrowree) a barren large rock
Car

Legends and Beliefs in Connection with the Crosses
Tradition has it that the crosses were never put there by anybody. They were simply discovered by an amazed people one morning as if they had sprung up like mushrooms overnight.
With regard to the one that is missing that base of which is still there the story is told that it was stolen and was being conveyed by boat down the river Suir to Tramore below Waterford when it slipped from the fetters which bound it and is now believed

It is now two hundred years, since William Crotty the famous Co. Waterford outlaw was executed outside Waterford jail. His head was stuck on a stake on the prison wall as a warning to others, and afterwards it was thrown in to Coolgower Lake near Tramore.
Yet inspite of the lapse of time, stories of Crotty are still told. Many of these stories concern his cave at Crotty's Lake in the Comeragh mountains.
To climb to Crotty's Lake takes about three-quarters of an hour from the nearest point on the road, the cave is very near the lake, and Crotty could enter or leave the cave through two different openings, one was a well hidden hole in the mountain side, and the other could be only reached after a scramble along the bottom edge of the cliff which overhangs the lake, it is easy enough to reach the cave, except for the

Long ago there was a man coming home from work one night and he met the Leipreacáin and all the fairies. They asked him to hurl with him, and he did. When he had hurled with them they beat him, and he was sick for weeks. When he got alright he went off to work again and he met him again. He was very strong man and he caught the Leipreacáin. When he caught him he told him he would give him the pot of gold if he looked behind him. He looked behind him and when he looked again the Leipreacáin was gone. He is a very clever fellow. He is a little man, with a red cap and a yellow coat on him.
A Gormúdhach is supposed to be seen in the back strand in Tramore. He had a little house with a bright light where ships come in,

After the Crimean War a ship named the "Sea Horse" sailed into Tramore Bay. It was a very stormy and foggy evening in the month of July and this ship had failed to find its way.
It separated from the other ships and set sail as a pirate ship. It is told in local folklore that the pirates robbed Rome and also took nuns and priests as captives. It carried gold silver and other valuable jewels.
It ws unable to find its way out of the rocks unfortunately. It struck "Pollock rock" and [was] wrecked to pieces. There

eight stones of potatoes and 112 pounds of meal. He did so just as if it were a pair of shoes. James Rockett and Andrew Walsh were the onlookers. A ma(n) lived in this district named Jim Fitzgerald. He used to walk from Tramore to Carrick in his bare feet. Another great walker was Michael Hanaway Ballykinsella. Long ago people used to walk to fairs etc. - a distance of eleven or twelve miles.
David Christopher of Butlerstown was great runner. He could cover a hundred yards in eight second. He beat a blackman from America. "Butty"

Situated not far from Tramore Co. Waterford is an old Rath or Lios. The field once belonged to Mr. Budd. He sowed cabbage seed in the rath and had cattle in the field. He employed a woman to keep the cattle fron the cabbage.
One evening while the woman was sitting on the ditch of the Lios she saw a red haired woman coming towards her. The red haired woman caught her by the hair and asked what she was doing there and getting no reply from the herder she struck her. The woman then disappeared. The herder went home and she never got up from the bed for seven (?) after which she went to America. Some years later when the Lios

There is a sand hill in Tramore and it is called the Burrow. The tide comes in between that and Craballmore and there are quicksands there. When the tide goes out it leaves a stream. The body of a shark floated in one day and from then out they called the stream River Shark and there is a phantom seen one night every year there. A man dressed in armour on horseback in a garden. He is called the Gullamugee. If anyone sees him they say that they will die within the year.
One day six girls from Waterford came out to pick cockles to sell. One of the girls, her name was Molly Kelly, was so hot that she went for a bathe and 'twas into the quicksands she stepped

Early in the 18th century a family named Kirwan lived in Ballynattin, a townland on the outskirts of Tramore. One day the mother when going to work in the fields, brought with her the youngest child, Paddy, who was a mere baby. She wrapped him in a shawl and left him in a corner of the field while she was at work.
Returning after a few hours absence she found a strange child in his place. She called to the other women and asked them if they had seen anyone about the fields who was likely to have taken the child. They had not seen anyone, but one woman said she has seen a white cow breathing on the child and that perhaps it was the good people (fairies) who had changed him. After that the child was called the Sheevra. Although he grew he could not walk nor move about but he knew everything that happened in the town although he had never been beyond his own door. He also

The burrow of Tramore is said to be the residence of an enchanted gentleman called The Garanoogah. Generally before a storm he rides out across the strand on a white horse. There is a small island where a coastguard used to live long ago near the burrow.
My great-grandfather had a grey mare that used to graze on this island. One evening he went to fetch home the mare. He did not bring a bridle or anything as he knew she was old and quiet. He got on her back and away she went as fast as the wind across the strand and around the burrow and brought him back to the same spot again and then disappeared.

Port na duimhiche pron. (port na die-he).
Fairies haunt the burrow also. On a calm summer's night the grandest music ever heard comes from it. A man living near the bank got off some of the tunes and used to play them on the fiddle. He was once at a public house dance in Tramore and he challenged the fiddlers there to a contest. He played airs the likes of which were never played before. He had quivers and flourishes in the Irish dance airs that were never played before. However when he went home after he could never remember one of the tunes again. That was the fairies' punishment.Lights are seen in the

the feast of the Assumption the people all go to Tramore to see all the horses racing and jumping.
On the 29th of September the feast of St Michael some people go to the fair in Graigue-na-Mannagh and all the people of Co Wexford go around selling onions. All the asses and carts are around the place, and the sellers have the onions in big hanks.Máire Ní h-Ammon

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The man referred to before as running with the coach from Waterford to Kilkenny was locally known as Holly, or Hollyhawk or Holly the bellman.
He used to run before the Coach. The people who were travelling often threw pence on the road in order to delay him but still he'd beat the coach to Kilkenny. The person who told this saw him in Tramore about 50 years ago with placard on his breast "The great runner is now blind" was written on it.

There was once two men who were living at Coastguard Station at Portnoo. They were out at sea one day and they came in at Tramore Strand beside Rosbeg. When they landed they found a large pot of Sovereigns near the strand, it was said came ashore from a ship which had been wrecked. They took the gold and said they would divide it. They came to the Coastguard Station and they hid it near by. In the middle of the night one of the (night) men went out unknown to the other and hid it near by in another place. Both came in the morning and said they would divide the money. But alas! there was no money to be got. One began to blame the other that he had it but now neither man could find it. However they informed the police about it and they were put to jail for having kept the gold. The man who hid it thought that he would have it all for himself. It was said that a beggar was going round that way some time after and he stayed about Portnoo for a week.
It is said that he was seen beside the place the money had been and that he took the money with him. It is probable that the beggar was really the man who had removed

county as Handsome Pat. If Mc Fadden had been trained he would have become world famous.
One of the best known swimmers in Donegal was Charles Collins of Feymore who often swam out with his fiddle when the tide was full at Ards house and play while sitting on the water to and audience of London ladies and gentlemen. One of the stewards out on a pleasure boat at Tramore Ards. A heavy gale came along and capsized the boat. No one would venture to the rescue but Collins. He set out and brought young steward safely to land. He was one of the greatest swimmers of his day. Songs have been written of the feats of this said Charlie Collins.

All ye people who come here for pleasure now don't spend your money too free around Youghal, Tramore, or Dungarvan, Lisdoonvarna, Lahinch, and Kilkee. I'm sure you'll find enjoyment by coming and for fear that you might go astray when you land in Tipperary inquire for the road between Newport and RayII
You'll pass through the White walls back the mountains.
And you'll land in the Old Copper Mines
Continue another bit farther and 'twill land you in Sweet Toureen Brien