<pPage entryID="4353049" url="https://www.duchas.ie/xml/cbes/4427872/4353049"><volume default="4352623" volumeNumber="0104" volumeStatus="30" /><pageNumber default="427" /><listingOrder default="427" /><chapter default="4427872" url="https://www.duchas.ie/xml/cbes/4427872" /><image size="thumb" url="https://doras.gaois.ie/cbes/CBES_0104/CBES_0104_427.jpg?width=300" /><image size="small" url="https://doras.gaois.ie/cbes/CBES_0104/CBES_0104_427.jpg?width=800" /><image size="big" url="https://doras.gaois.ie/cbes/CBES_0104/CBES_0104_427.jpg?width=1600" /><story default="4437699" url="https://www.duchas.ie/xml/cbes/4427872/4353049/4437699" startsOnThisPage="true" endsOnThisPage="false"><transcript latestRevisionDate="10/11/2026 17:29:40" xml:whitespace="preserve">Long ago there was a man in Galway named Gobán Saor He had only one son. They were to build a castle in Clare Galway. Gobán Saor and his son started for Clare Galway on a Monday morning Gobán Saor said to his son, &amp;quot;Shorten the road&amp;quot; The son began to run and the Gobán Saor returned home. Next day they started for Clare Galway again. The father said, &amp;quot;shorten the road&amp;quot;, The son began to run and the father said &amp;quot;Let us go home,&amp;quot; and they went home. That night when the son went home he went visiting to a house</transcript><transcribers latestRevisionDate="10/11/2026 17:29:40" xml:whitespace="preserve"><transcriber id="1140">An Dothra Bheag</transcriber><transcriber id="1148">Lynda Roddy Ozzauto</transcriber></transcribers></story></pPage>