An my weel strung wallets,
An my sehr strung wallets;
An weary fa yir tykes, guide- wife,
They've riven a' my wallets.
My sax gyang o' wallets,
An my saiven gyang o' wallets,
An my aucht gyang, and my nine gyang,
An my ten gyang o' wallets,
An my weel strung wallets,
An my sehr strung wallets;
All weary fa yir tykes, guide-wife,
They've riven a' my wallets.
My elaiven gyang, &c.
And so on up to twenty, when the numbers III. were repeated in the reverse order.
Sandy's Mill.
"Sandy, man, len' me yir mill."
Sandy lent the man his mill.
Sandy was the man that lent the mill.
An the mill it was lent by Sandy.
DONEGAL FOLK-LORE.
By G. H. Kinahan.
HE following legends, although now appropriated to families more or less modern, are probably ancient legends handed down from one occupier of the locality to another. These all have the same character. The treasure, no matter of what nature, belongs solely to one person, and no one but he to whom it is justly entitled can get it. As
