Guth & Tuairim, Nollaig 1983

DUN LUICHE In last month Is edition of "Guth 7 Tuairim 11 if you get a copy, you would have noticed a large number of engagements. Unfortunately I made a mistake and my apologies go to Hughie Doherty and Ann McShea whom I called McShane. I hope we'll soon be calling her Ann Doherty though! Who was the Dunlewey man seen filling potholes lately? Over the last year the Mink has caused considerable damage in the locality. This little animal is not a native of this county but was introduced for its fur and reared in large numbers on so-called mink farms. However some of the animals escaped and they are now breeding very heavily and causing havoc to crops around the country. They are a vicious animal and have also killed poultry and attacked domestic pets. It is believed that one of them was responsible for killing a new-born calf in Dunlewey some months ago. They are becoming a very serious nuisance and action is called for now to eradicate them or at least control their numbers. What about it T.D.'s, Councillors, Gun Clubs and any other interested parties? Is it true what they say about Noreen and Paul? I wonder what were they up to? For those who are good at the dancing there are no shortage of activities over the next few weeks. The football club will be holding a dance in Teach Phaidf Dig on Friday 23rd. Music will be provided by the Aristocrats and during the night a beautiful picture of Errigal will be auctioned. On Friday the 30th the Club will be running another dance, this time in Jack's Place, Anagaire, where Sheila & the Shadows will provide the music. Nearer home there will be a Social Dance in Dunlewey School on Wednesday 28th. Well to finish I must tell you a crack. Did your mother ever tell you the facts of life? All she told me was that the man gets on top, the woman on bottom. So I bought a bunk bed. _ ' Nollaig Shona agus bliain Ur mhaith daoibh uilig. Aisteoirf Rann na Feirste cupla bliain o shoin. An aithnfonn tu iad? " URNAl MOLLAIG IHOMA agus Bliain Ur Mhaith da'r gcairde go leir CEOL AGUS CRAIC "' ACHAN OICHE Crochadh Pat 0 Donnell - Padraig Mhfcheail Airt i bprfostin Newgate i Sasf.!.in ar an 17ii Nollaig 1883. Is d~iche gurbh e seo an t-amhran is mo a bhfuil eolas air fa Phadraig. Ar chuala tu ariamh Joe Beag Joe M6r a cheol? PAT O'DONNELL My name is Pat O'Donnell, and I come from Donegal, I am you know a venomous foe to traitors one and all. For the shooting of James Carey I was tried in London town And now upon the gallows high my life I must lay down. I sailed on board the ship, Me/rose, in August eighty-three, Before I landed in Capetown it came well-known to me; When I saw he was James Carey we had angry words and blows, The villain, he tried to take my life on board the ship Me/rose. I stood up to defend myself and fight before I'd die, A pocket pistol I drew forth, and at him I let fly; I gave him the second revolver, boys, which pierced him through the heart, And I let him have the third one, boys, before we did depart. Carey's wife and sun came to the cabin where he lay, And seen him lying all in his gore, which filled her with dismay, "O'Donnell you shot my husband", Mrs. Carey now did cry, "Oh, yes! I did in self-defence, madam", then said I. The captain had me handcuffed, and in irons firmly bound, He handed me over as a Fenian when !landed in Capetown; I was then brought back to London until my trial came on, And the prosecutors for the Crown was Carcy's wife and son. To all the evidence they swore, I said it was a lie, The jury found me guilty, and the judge made this reply: "You'll never more see Erin's shore, O'Donnell, you must die, On the twenty-fourth of December, upon the gallows high". ·Here's a health to old Donegal, the place where I was born, And also the United States, to it I never showed any scorn; Unto the Virgin Mary on my bended knees I call, To pray for poor O'Donnell from the town of Donegal. I wished I was a free man, and could live for another year, I'd make all those informers fly before my eyes with fear; St. Patrick banished the serpents from our blessed and holy ground, I'd make them fly before my eyes like a hare before the hound. Good Christmas all, on you I call, this is my dying day, They say I am an Irishman, kind Christians for me pray; My grave is ready open, and I'm ready for to die, May the Lord have mercy on my soul while in my grave I lie. ARD NA GCEAPAIRE TAKEAWAY "I 1 11 WALK WITH GOD" tp Fish & Chips, Chicken & Chips , ' I 1 11 walk with God from this day on, , ! His helping hand I' 11 lean upon I This is my prayer, my humble plea, 1 May Jesus Christ remain with me. ·~Curries, Bunburgers. etc. . There is no death, though eyes grow dim, There is no fear, while I'm near Him, He will not fail, if my faith is strong, Whatever road I may walk along. I' 11 walk with God, I 1 11 take His hand, 10 30AM To 12 0 P M . I' 11 talk with God, He'll understand. • • • I'll pray to Him each day- each night; FRESH FISH ~ He'll hear the words I say. AVAILABLE ~· !j His hand will guide me and His rod; I'll walk not lone, I'll walk with God. ~~------------------------