On another man's wound / Earnán O'Malley
| dc.contributor | McGuire, Lori St Antonys College Oxford University Oxford |
| dc.contributor.author | O'Malley, Ernie, 1898-1957 |
| dc.coverage.placeName | Dublin |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-21T16:06:17Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-21T16:06:17Z |
| dc.date.created | 1936 |
| dc.date.issued | 1983-08-03 |
| dc.identifier | ota:0213 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/0213 |
| dc.description.abstract | First published 1936. -- “US edition published Boston [: Houghton Mifflin,] 1937 under the title Army without banners” |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 690 KB) |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Legacy Collection |
| dc.rights | Use of this resource is restricted in some manner. Usually this means that it is available for non-commercial use only with prior permission of the depositor and on condition that this header is included in its entirety with any copy distributed. |
| dc.rights.uri | https://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/licence-ota |
| dc.rights.label | ACA |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Ireland -- History -- 20th century |
| dc.subject.other | Memoirs |
| dc.title | On another man's wound / Earnán O'Malley |
| dc.title.alternative | Army without banners |
| dc.type | Text |
| has.files | yes |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 705684 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1900-1999 |
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Flamboyant One OUR nurse, Nannie, told my eldest brother and me stories and legends. Her stories began: 'Once upon a time, and a very good time it was,' and ended with 'They put on the kettle and made tay, and if they were not happy, that you may.' Tales of the King of Ireland's son, his strange adven- tures and exploits; fairy tales about the 'good people'; the story of the heavy-handed, mighty Fionn and his giant strength; the epic of Cuchulain, the boy hero, the Hound of Ulster; Cuchulain of the grey sword that broke every gap; of Ferdia of Connacht whose loss was our loss, for was he not from Erris in our county Mayo. That was the best of all her stories. She sang us songs and ballads of the people and of the land: 'Tis often I sat on my true love's knee And many a fond story he told me. He told me things that ne'er should be, Go dte/igh tu, a mhu/irni/n, I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel, When flax is spun I'll sell my wheel, To buy my love a sword of steel, Go dte/igh tu, mhu/ . . .
