Armagh Folk Tales
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Frances Quinn
Frances Quinn grew up in London and read English at King’s College, Cambridge, realising too late that the course would require more than lying around reading novels for three years. After snatching a degree from the jaws of laziness, she became a journalist, writing for magazines including Prima, Good Housekeeping, She, Woman’s Weekly and Ideal Home, and later branched out into copywriting, producing words for everything from Waitrose pizza packaging to the EasyJet in-flight brochure. In 2013, she won a place on the Curtis Brown Creative novel writing course, and started work on her first novel, The Smallest Man. That Bonesetter Woman is her second novel. She lives in Brighton, with her husband and two Tonkinese cats.
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Armagh Folk Tales - Frances Quinn
For
my father
Mick the Tailor
and
my brother
Pat
alias John Patrick
both moulded out of
Armagh clay
CONTENTS
Title
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Introduction
1 Legends
The Children of Lir
The Twins of Macha
Macha Mongrúad
Conor Mac Nessa
Setanta Goes to Emain
Cú Chulainn
Cúchulainn Takes Up Arms
Deirdre and the Sons of Usnach
The Naming of Lough Neagh
The Plain of Leafony
The Chase on Slieve Gullion
Not a Man at All
The Navan Dragon
The Camlough Dragon
The Black Pig’s Dyke
The Death of Fergus Mac Leide
2 Things Religious and Irreligious
The Bull’s Track
Sally Hill
Holy Wells
Praying Prayers
Stray Paths
3 Outlaws
Redmond O’Hanlon
Séamus MacMurphy
4 Humour
The New Broom Sweeps Clean
Caught in the Act
Armagh’s Little Venice
The Leapers
Drain Jumper
The Perils of Unrequited Love
5 Murder and Resurrection
Lived Once, Buried Twice
Margery McCall
The Green Lady’s
The Toulerton Murder
6 The ‘Good Folk’
The Fairy Man
Fairy Lore
Fairy Sightings by People Alive Today
Fairy Helpers
Forts and Lone Bushes
The Fairy Food
The Changeling
The Conference of Hares
7 Ghosts of the Past
Footsteps in the Dead of Night
Baleer
The Phantom Coachman
The Road to Navan
Personal Ghost Stories
The Gift
8 Local Lore
Master McGrath
The Bullets
Apple Country
Copyright
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I’d like to thank all of the following for their encouragement and/or their generosity in providing or sharing material and memories:
Davey Armstrong; Seán Barden; Jim Blaney; Ruairí and Brenda Blaney; Seán Boylan (Keady); Colette and Mark; Martin Conlon; Paddy Corrigan; Molly Cunningham; Charlie Dillon (Snr); Eileen Fagan; Seán and Maura Farrell; Pat Fearon; Mary Flanagan; Ann Gilmartin; Rosemary Gohan; Dermot Hicks; Eileen Hicks; Mary Hughes; Patricia Kennedy; Madeleine and Peter Kelly; Denis Lavery; Josephine and Peter Mackle; Seán McAteer; Criostóir Mac Carthaigh; Vincent McKeever; Pat Joe McKenna; Pat McNally; Mary McVeigh; Phil Mohan; Kay Muhr; Kevin Murphy; Mgr Raymond Murray; Colette O’Brien; Fergal and Joan O’Brien; Finn O’Gorman; Bernard O’Hanlon; John Pearson; Arthur Quinn; Margery Quinn; Michael Quinn; Greer Ramsey; Jim Smart; Jean Trainor; Hilda Winter; the staff of Armagh County Museum; The Irish Studies Library, Armagh; The Cardinal Ó Fiaich Memorial Library; the staff of The Folklore Commission, University College Dublin and Peter Carson of the Ulster Folk and Transport Museum. Lastly, a very special thanks to Patricia McConville.
PERMISSIONS
My thanks to:
Peter Murphy and the Murphy family for kind permission to reprint collected items in Now You’re Talking and My Man Jack by Michael J. Murphy.
Dundalgan Press for kind permission to reprint collected items from T.G.F. Paterson’s Country Cracks.
Patricia Kennedy for kind permission to use a story from her Of Other Days Around Us.
ILLUSTRATIONS
All illustrations are by the author.
* An impression of the Armagh coat of arms.
* Tullynawood Lake, near Sí Fionnachaidh.
* Macha’s Race.
* Murgelt the Mermaid of Lough Neagh.
* The Chase on Slieve Gullion.
* The Navan Dragon.
* The Black Pig.
* The Old and the New – the New and the Old.
* An impression of a detail from the Book of Armagh.
* A drawing of the Shrine of St Patrick’s Bell
* St Mochua’s Well.
* Miaow!
* The Armagh Gondola from an Alison Studio photograph.
* A drawing of a detail on The McAleavey Marvels poster.
* The Hare Stare.
* Master McGrath!
* Armagh bullets.
* Apple Blossom in Loughgall.
INTRODUCTION
Some places have gold or silver mines. In A rmagh our real riches lie in song and story. Seam after seam of them we have and this book is but a narrow shaft into the cultural riches of the county.
Like many counties in Ireland, stories are in the DNA of the people. The landscape is the fabric of the stories – what sews us together or unfortunately, at times, rips us apart. Stories are a way of coming to terms with our fortunes and misfortunes, and with the quirks of others; in short, a way of making sense of the human condition. It comes naturally in Ireland to be creative with language, to order a story to amuse or impress. What I think is so great about our local stories is their obvious delight in the infinite variety of human nature: from solid legends to fey fairy stories and tales which show how we relish eccentricity. Folk stories are such a great antidote to the packaged conformity and image-conscious society of today.
In putting together this collection of stories, I wanted to pay tribute to two folklorists from County Armagh: T.G.F. Paterson and Michael J. Murphy. I don’t think these two remarkable men have received anything like the acknowledgement they deserve. Kevin Murphy, in his article ‘The Last Druid’, said that Patrick Kavanagh’s remark, ‘I flew to knowledge, without going to college’ applied equally to Michael J. Murphy. Interestingly enough it applies to both Murphy and Paterson because both men left school around the age of fourteen and went on to amazing achievements and to write books. Both were offered OBEs, which Paterson accepted and Murphy declined, reflecting two points on a wide spectrum of allegiance and political outlook that exists in the North.
I have included in the collection a number of colloquial accounts taken mostly from Paterson’s Country Cracks and Murphy’s Now You’re Talking. I see no point in changing rich local language into an anodyne standard one – society already abounds in strangulated vowels and attempts to reject regionality. I have made further mention of some of their stories in the hope that it will whet people’s appetite to go back to the very enjoyable writings of both men and I frequently make reference to Paterson’s Harvest Home – a real treasure trove.
While I was working on this project I spoke to many, many Armagh people and there wasn’t one occasion when it didn’t add to my knowledge and understanding of the place. Although it wasn’t appropriate to use all the material here, everything went into the mix and helped me enormously. Of course I have only managed to touch on a fraction of the lore of nearly 1,000 townlands!
My aim was not to produce a worthy tome or a book of academic excellence but rather a popular collection – something that is more typical of the people of the county. For this I wanted to include stories that ranged from the sublime to the ridiculous.
It was interesting that the consensus of opinion was that fairies and ghosts had gone out when electric light came in – that they had been part of an unlit country landscape when people had no transport and had to walk home at night on dark lonely roads. Now that we have electric light in houses and streets and all our modern conveniences, we are no longer victims of our imagination. Having quite confidently told me that, the same people went on to tell me about experiences they’d had where they had seen and heard supernatural things!
Before this I’d always heard that it was parents or grandparents or friends of friends who had seen ghosts or knew someone who had seen a fairy. This time – in 2013! – I was talking to people who were telling me about personal first-hand experiences. I did begin to wonder though, what with the fairy folk, the resurrections and the normal ghosts, if there was much room for ordinary folk left in the county.
It does make you reflect on ‘the digital age’ where the image-conscious are so aware of keeping up with whatever everyone else is keeping up with, that it’s necessary for them to spend nearly every minute checking it out by text or online. The reality of the moment and being in the present is forfeited for virtual reality, so we may well be on the way to losing our sensitivity to the atmosphere around us.
Listening to people’s experiences of life in the past was an enormously enjoyable experience, especially when it was from seventy-, eighty- and ninety-year-olds and the ninety-year-olds, in particular were so young at heart!
1
LEGENDS
THE CHILDREN OF LIR
This story is the best known of the ‘three sorrows of storytelling’ in Ireland but many people don’t know of its connection to County Armagh. Tradition has it that King Lir’s dwelling, Sí Finachaidh, lay outside Newtownhamilton.
Long ago, at a time when there were five provinces in Ireland, their representatives gathered to elect a king from their midst. The contenders were: Bodb Dearg, Angus, Ilbrec, Lir and Midir. Bodb Dearg was elected and Lir stormed off in high dudgeon at not having been chosen. The chieftains thought to pursue him and punish him severely for his lack of courtesy and sportsmanship but Bodb Dearg thought better of it and preferred to bide his time for an opportunity to win Lir over.
Some time later Lir’s wife fell suddenly ill and after a short period she died. When Lir had spent time grieving for her, Bodb Dearg thought that he might take this opportunity to befriend him in his time of need. He invited him to visit and to take one of his foster daughters as a wife to console him in his grief. These young women were the three daughters of Aillil of the islands in Galway Bay. When Lir arrived from Sí Finachaidh with a large band of followers he was welcomed by Bodb Dearg and introduced to three beautiful young women in Bodb Dearg’s palace. Spoilt for choice, he could only think to choose Eve, the eldest, saying that she must be the noblest. He spent some time in the court of Bodb Dearg getting to know them all, but especially Eve, and then he brought her back with him to Sí Finachaidh to celebrate their union with a royal feast.
Some time later she gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, whom they called Fionnuala and Aed. The children brought great delight to them and to the whole court and when Eve was due to give birth to twins again, a few years later, the event was eagerly awaited. Although the twin boys, Fiachra and Conn, arrived safely, Eve, tragically, died. Lir was heartbroken and inconsolable now that he had lost two lovely wives.
Only the children could break through the cloud of his grief and they say that, were it not for them, he would have died of sorrow. Bodb Dearg, who had since established a close relationship with Lir through his foster daughter and grandchildren, really felt for him and wondered how he could help. Like everyone else, he adored the children of Lir and he availed of every opportunity to see them. After discreetly giving him time to mourn this second loss he spoke to him, gently suggesting he take Aoife for a companion, stressing that it was not good to bear his sorrow alone.
Aoife was the next of Bodb’s foster daughters and who better to look after Lir’s children than the sister of his wife? The sad King Lir saw the sense of this and took Aoife for his wife. And indeed she was no disappointment; she looked after both him and the children and showed them great love. In turn Lir’s grief faded and he was able to enjoy life again. His children were such a source of delight to him! He had them sleep near him and he rose early in the morning to play with them. It was not only their father who loved them, the whole court did too, as did their grandfather Bodb Dearg and his court, and all who visited were utterly charmed by them.
Although she loved the children of her dead sister dearly, Aoife began to feel neglected by the two men in her life: her husband and foster father. It was with her they should be besotted, she thought, yet their every thought was for the children. Jealousy began to eat at her heart and twist her mind against the children. Jealousy can make one ill and Aoife took to her bed for a year with a mysterious illness. During that time her thoughts festered and her attitude soured towards the children and she carefully planned to behave in the most deceitful and deceptive of ways.
At the end of the year she rose from her bed – apparently cured. She waited until Lir was away from home, then she announced to the children that she was taking them on a surprise visit to their grandfather, Bodb Dearg. The boys were excited but Fionnuala had had a troubling dream the night before, which left her feeling that Aoife did not mean them well.
When they had left Sí Finachaidh far behind Aoife was so maddened and blinded by jealousy and, in turn, hatred, that she drew her servants to one side away from the children. In her mind the children had become the only obstacle standing between her and the love of Lir and Bodb Dearg and she now tried to persuade the servants to kill them.
They were utterly incredulous. Not only would they not do it but they couldn’t understand how Aoife could conceive of such a thing. What Aoife went through then can scarcely be imagined: she had voiced her most evil thoughts and had them denounced by her own servants. She was alone in her misery and hatred and so took a sword with the intention of killing herself, but her courage failed her, so in her desperation she decided to use the dark arts which she had gleaned from her foster father.
When they drew alongside Lake Derravaragh (in County Westmeath), she feigned affection for the children and told them they could have a lovely, refreshing swim. The boys, cooped up so long on the journey, rushed excitedly towards the water but Fionnuala, with a sense of dread and foreboding, hung back. Aoife, however, with cruel determination, urged her forward and there was no denying her. As soon as Fionnuala entered the water, Aoife drew a wand from under her cloak and, pointing to one after the other of the children, she cried fearfully:
‘Children of Lir, your good fortune is now at an end
From now on your companions will be the birds of the air.
Your home will be a watery one
You will never more tread dry land.’
The children, in alarm, felt their bodies changing. Fionnuala turned back: ‘Oh Aoife, for the love you once had for us, don’t do this to us!’
‘It’s done!’ cried Aoife.
‘Oh Aoife, for the love you have for our father, don’t do this to us!’ begged Fionnuala.
‘It’s done!’ cried Aoife, knowing that that was why she was doing it.
‘Oh Aoife, for the love you had for our mother, don’t leave us like this!’ pleaded Fionnuala as the arms of the children grew into wings. ‘How long must we endure it?’
‘You will spend 300 years on Lake Derravaragh, 300 years on the Sea of Moyle and 300 years on the Western ocean, and not until a prince from Connaght marries a princess from Munster and you hear the voice of the bell of a new religion will you regain your human form.’
Then Aoife realised what she had done to her sister’s undeserving children and she began to feel remorse.
‘The spell is cast,’ she said. ‘It cannot be undone. I will, however, grant you the gift of beautiful music to calm all minds and you can keep your voices and sensibilities.’ Then she fled from the four beautiful white swans. She left her revenge behind her and she went towards her own fate.
When she arrived at Bodb Dearg’s he looked around for the children and asked her where they were. What could she do now but lie, although she knew her fate was sealed. She told him Lir had not wanted her to bring them to see their grandfather. Bodb Dearg was concerned; this was not characteristic; there was something wrong. He sent word to Lir in Sí Finachaidh asking him why he hadn’t let the children come with Aoife.
The alarm was raised because Lir had been informed that the children had left with Aoife. Everyone was aware of the strange illness she had had and of her recent erratic behaviour. He set off in haste with his followers and was confounded when they passed Lake Derravaragh and heard the voices of his children. They searched all around before realising that the voices came from the four beautiful swans flying above their heads. Fionnuala, always their spokesperson, explained what had happened and Lir urged them to come and live, just as they were, among their own people who would care for them. Fionnuala told him sadly of their sentence to live on water for 900 years. She pressed him and his followers to stay by the lake that night so that they might hear the sweet, otherworldly music of the swans who could chant away their sorrow and bring them peace.
At first light of dawn next morning, Lir stirred and rose and headed south-west to Bodb Dearg’s palace and there he confronted Aoife, obliging her to admit her deed of sorcery. He unfolded the evil web of cruelty and deceit before her foster father and instead of the love that Aoife craved from these two men, she met with terrifying vengeance. Bodb Dearg, with his great powers, forced her to declare her worst fear. It was, she said, to be turned into a demon of the air, a horrid thing. Instantly the powerful magician Bodb Dearg sent her spinning and shrieking, hither and thither on every wind to be hurled about in tempests forever more.
From that day on Bodb Dearg and his followers, in the company of Lir and all his people, camped out by Lake Derravaragh to converse with the swans and listen to their healing music. So while the