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Folk of the Land of the Whin

From where to the world’s four corners spread All desire to, but few manage to return To children tales told, songs sung …

Walk at Lough Annagh Remembered

A rather melancholic reflection I remember while walking last year at Annagh Lake. Life indeed tames us all… or am I just …

Still Running the Still

Still in the shed, and a worm in the field The guards are out looking for the still But the word went …

Flickering Candles Foretell Death

A tradition of foretelling a death from North Longford… From the Irish Folklore Commission In days gone by a tradition old Of …

1798 Thinking

“Thats 1798 thinking” ~ Longford phrase meaning its an old fashioned notion and idealist, unlike modern reality To think like we did, …

The Lady of Culray

She was a landlords daughter Her lover not so grand It was illegal to be a Catholic You could not own your …

Horsemen Awaited at Bunlahy

Background – Sean Mac Eoin told of a Tracey family related to him that had two brothers in the fight at Granard, …

The Turn Oot Remembered By Both Sides

Men of Eireann, forbidden oaths swearing Blood to shed for freedoms cause Bards songs sung of brave rebels from cart handles hung …

Let Death Not Sneak In Our Door

In the days gone by during the War On the family farm in old Lislea My mother but a child she was …

Gurteen Lake in Ballinalee

Gurteen Lake and the Curse of the McCarthys

Verse from another legend from Longford recorded by the Irish Folklore Commission From Clonbroney the priest was travelling Was making his weary …

Lady of Lough Gowna

An eerie cry echos the evening air The mermaids plaintive song The saying among the folk that know Is there will be …

Fidel Castro Meets a Country Girl

The dust was only settling The blood bare dry on the Cuban streets America gauging the new regime Brought him over their …

Out Dogs and More Along With You

In our home in Aughagreagh we used to have our share of the local sessions, where neighbours met up to party, tonight …

As They Lay Him Down

As they lay him down… Madiba… Let them not forget, Forgiveness, what he though them, For hatred, now subdued, can yet, Tear …

Old Clonbroney

This is a ghost story told to me by my mother, from her grandparents, either Kiernans Mill or Treacys. The roadway mentioned …

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