‘She was a through-other oul’ bit an’ none too sonsy at that, for it wus often said she wus given till ridin’ a broomstick.
Fairies leave Ireland
Folklore
Harl o’ bones wi’ no gumption!
‘The very childer used till be afeared till daunder on the hill in the heel of the evenin’. An’ no wonder. Shure it wus said the wee people wud be dukeing in sheughs ready till grab them. Many a mallyvogin I got meself because of them. An’ sure the cattle themselves wudn’t as much as munch a bite once darkness had come. Ay devil the blade wud they let in their gubs!
Cock of Slieve Gullion
‘Finn McCool was on the mountain this day with he’s wife, which of them I won’t be sayin’, for they do tell me he had more than one. An’ he was sore put about when he heared that the Scotchman wus comin’ an’ he jist after a wakeness of sorts an’ still shaky on his pegs. He’s wife though had her wits about her.
Pulkowen
In the oul’ days when the Johnston’s were at Roxboro’ that [Pulkowen, a rock in Umericam Bog, near Silverbridge] was one of their beheadin’ stones.
An’ the blud-stains are upon it till this very day, an’ it’s few people wud pass it at night because of the ghosts that still be there. Five pounds a head they wur paid for all that went to Armagh or Dublin.
Breen’s Fort
It is perhaps the folk tales of ill luck that befell those who interfered with hill forts that helped preserve these for thousands of years.
She was dark iver after!
‘A woman lived up the mountain there but she’s dead and gone this many’s a year.
Wee Folk & their doings
Alice McParland wus far too fond of hoardin’ [herding] the cows in the forth as long as iver there wus glimmer of light.
Sundays Wells
‘It wus always called the Blest Well [Sunday’s Well, Glen, Newry: also St Moninna’s Well, Killeavy] an’ the cures were after sunset or before sunrise.
Ye had till leave somethin’ behind ye or it wus no use. But I wus a hard-workin’ man all me lfke, an’ with the best of health, so I didn’t be troublin’ the well.
Lisbanmore
Lisbanemore was a cashel [rock fort] in Killeen on the eastern extremity of the Ring of Gullion.
The following rambling account was recited – some generations ago – to a passing tourist!
Is it Lisbanemore ye’ve come till see?