My contribution to Ollphéist at Orsmton House, a project which sought to reimagine Irish folklore through animated GIFs
An Scorrach Ghlionnán
There was a man long ago and his name was 'Scorrach Ghlionnáin' (the exile of Glionnán)
What follows is how he came to have this name.
The Scorrach stood at 6 feet and 8 inches, and lived in a house that was only 8 feet long and 5 feet wide. He lived by eating beasts and stealing from the people.
One day he stole a cow from one of the hated Blakes, who lived down in the castle. The Scorrach knew that Blake had left for Galway.
He carried the cow home on his back.
He killed the cow and roasted a quarter and ate it. He himself then left for Galway. He was coming down at Barna when he came upon the Blake in his coach.
"Woe to him who utters nothing," said the Blake to him. The Scorrach was overtaken.
"I suspected that, that he stole my cow in the morning and of course if he had he couldn't be there now."
When the Scorrach had been going home by Boluisce he had stolen a bull from a man there. That's the man who spied on him. The Scorrach was given a choice - death or to join the army. He enlisted in the army and traveled far from these shores. He became a soldier and little trace or report has been found of him since. Some say he died one day while smoking his pipe. A cannonball knocked his head off his shoulders. As his head lay in the grass, he took three puffs from his pipe
Sgorrach Ghlionnáin
Bhí fear ann fadó agus sé an t-ainm a bhí air ná 'Sgorach Ghlionnáin'. Sé an fáth a tugadh an t-ainm sin air i sgailp a bhí shuas i nGhlionnáin a choimnuigh sé.
Bhí an scorach sé throighthe agus hocht n-órlaighe ar aoirde agus ní raibh a theach ach ocht dtroighthe ar fad agus chúig troighthe ar leithead. Sé'n chaoi raibh an Scorrach ag maireachtáil ag ithe beithigh agus gá ngoid ó na daoine. Lá amháin ghoid sé bó ó dhuine de na Blácaigh a bhí na gcómhnaidhe thíos sa gCaisleán. Thug sé leis abhaile an bhó ar a dhroim. Bhí fios ag an Scorach go raibh an Blácach le dul go Gaillimh. Ní dhearna sé acht an bhó a mharbhú agus ceathramha dí a róstadh agus é ithe agus imeacht leis gur bhain sé féin Gaillimh amach. Bhí sé ag tigheacht aníos ag Béarna arís nuair a casadh an Blácach dhó ag dul isteach agus a cóiste aige. D'imigh sé thar an mBlácach.
"Nach mairg a abruigheann tada" ar san Blácach ris. Bhí an Scorrach gaibhte thairis. "Bhí aimhreas agam air sin, gurab é a ghoid mo bhó ar maidin agus ar ndóigh dá mba é ní fhéadfadh sé bheith ansin anois."
Nuair a bhí an Scorach ag dul abhaile chuaigh sé suas go Bolluisce agus ghoid sé bulán ó fhear ann. Sin é an fear a rinne spiadóireacht air. Nuair a chuala an Scorach go raibh spiadóireacht déanta air liostáil sé san arm. Fiafruigeadh dó ansin cé mb'fhearr leis a bheith ag imeacht fud an domhain nó ar an bhfarraige. Dubhairt sé go mb'fhearr leis ar an bhfarraige. Chuaigh sé 'na mhairnéalach agus níor frítheadh tásg ná tuairisc air ó shin.
An Scorrach Ghlionnán
There was a man long ago and his name was 'Scorrach Ghlionnáin' (the exile of Glionnán)
What follows is how he came to have this name.
The Scorrach stood at 6 feet and 8 inches, and lived in a house that was only 8 feet long and 5 feet wide. He lived by eating beasts and stealing from the people.
One day he stole a cow from one of the hated Blakes, who lived down in the castle. The Scorrach knew that Blake had left for Galway.
He carried the cow home on his back.
He killed the cow and roasted a quarter and ate it. He himself then left for Galway. He was coming down at Barna when he came upon the Blake in his coach.
"Woe to him who utters nothing," said the Blake to him. The Scorrach was overtaken.
"I suspected that, that he stole my cow in the morning and of course if he had he couldn't be there now."
When the Scorrach had been going home by Boluisce he had stolen a bull from a man there. That's the man who spied on him. The Scorrach was given a choice - death or to join the army. He enlisted in the army and traveled far from these shores. He became a soldier and little trace or report has been found of him since. Some say he died one day while smoking his pipe. A cannonball knocked his head off his shoulders. As his head lay in the grass, he took three puffs from his pipe
Sgorrach Ghlionnáin
Bhí fear ann fadó agus sé an t-ainm a bhí air ná 'Sgorach Ghlionnáin'. Sé an fáth a tugadh an t-ainm sin air i sgailp a bhí shuas i nGhlionnáin a choimnuigh sé.
Bhí an scorach sé throighthe agus hocht n-órlaighe ar aoirde agus ní raibh a theach ach ocht dtroighthe ar fad agus chúig troighthe ar leithead. Sé'n chaoi raibh an Scorrach ag maireachtáil ag ithe beithigh agus gá ngoid ó na daoine. Lá amháin ghoid sé bó ó dhuine de na Blácaigh a bhí na gcómhnaidhe thíos sa gCaisleán. Thug sé leis abhaile an bhó ar a dhroim. Bhí fios ag an Scorach go raibh an Blácach le dul go Gaillimh. Ní dhearna sé acht an bhó a mharbhú agus ceathramha dí a róstadh agus é ithe agus imeacht leis gur bhain sé féin Gaillimh amach. Bhí sé ag tigheacht aníos ag Béarna arís nuair a casadh an Blácach dhó ag dul isteach agus a cóiste aige. D'imigh sé thar an mBlácach.
"Nach mairg a abruigheann tada" ar san Blácach ris. Bhí an Scorrach gaibhte thairis. "Bhí aimhreas agam air sin, gurab é a ghoid mo bhó ar maidin agus ar ndóigh dá mba é ní fhéadfadh sé bheith ansin anois."
Nuair a bhí an Scorach ag dul abhaile chuaigh sé suas go Bolluisce agus ghoid sé bulán ó fhear ann. Sin é an fear a rinne spiadóireacht air. Nuair a chuala an Scorach go raibh spiadóireacht déanta air liostáil sé san arm. Fiafruigeadh dó ansin cé mb'fhearr leis a bheith ag imeacht fud an domhain nó ar an bhfarraige. Dubhairt sé go mb'fhearr leis ar an bhfarraige. Chuaigh sé 'na mhairnéalach agus níor frítheadh tásg ná tuairisc air ó shin.
