In the parish of Killymore, quite recently, a woman had only
one cow, and yet she sold as much butter as two extensive
farms near her who had several cows.
One of these men was talking to a neighbour one day and he was
complaining that his wife could have no butter but that the
above mentioned woman could have plenty of it.
The neighbour told the man to get a bottle and to go some
night and milk the suspected woman's cow into it, and to
bring home this milk and use it. The man did as he had been
advised by the neighbour, and the butter was restored to his
own cow's milk. In other cases, the priest had
to interfere. Collector Evelyn NIA lady who's
a moon tour from Dunmore County Galway informant was a John
Robinson. Hello and welcome.
To the Pitch Rogues podcast. Peddlers of Irish myth.
Folklore. And some superstition.
Oh, Luke, I'm sitting in a room with you.
Have we met the joke as the regular stations?
And that's a joke I don't welcome on this podcast.
That's OK. That's OK.
What are we talking about today, Luke?
And today, Aaron, we're talking about something that is very
important to Ireland. It's in.
It's in all our stockings at Christmas.
It's very important to me. And it's very Aaron, I would say
you your area perfect. Oh yes, thing.
I want is this thing. I ain't talking about being
handsome and. Polite and lovely.
Oh damn, look at that guy. I buttering you up because
today's episode is about just that, Butter.
Butter. Boo, as you know, you love it.
Find me someone who's listening to this episode who doesn't like
butter. I find them people.
Do not show them to me, I'll point and laugh.
You you are a man that at one point lactose was a curse upon
your life. It was butter is.
How does butter rank in the? I bet it's better.
On the lactose scale, I'm going to need that milk has the most.
So if you process milk, I think you're kind of getting less and
less lactose as you go down the chain there.
But dude, the lack my lactose intolerance.
Just to let you know, folks, my name is Aaron and I used drink
about a liter of milk every day until I left home and went to
college. And then I stopped drinking
liter milk every day and my body was like, no more milk for you.
But also I was an anxious mess. So I think it was more related
to my gut brain health rather than my actual bacteria
capabilities. Yeah, we're not talking about
hot milk today. We're talking about butter.
We're talking about Kerry Gold. We're talking about dairy gold.
We're talking about that sweet gold that you get from.
And everyone knows that Ireland is the best butter.
It's a big thing. We've the best.
Dairy, full stop. Oh, sorry.
Did you curse on my podcast? It's your podcast.
It's your podcast.
Kim Kardashian has had Kerry
Gold. All right.
There's certain celebs job and they're like like you gotta get
there you go. Yeah, like they're like, I ain't
touching it well. I think we export Mary more
dairy. Mary more.
We export more dairy than we consume in this country.
I'm putting that out of my ass. That's a great try, Aaron.
Oh, you're there. Sorry, Aaron.
Let's say an extraterrestrial. He's down ice rock him down from
Mars, Right? And he has no concept of this
place called. Hmm.
What is butter? What is it?
I was saying to you, man, there's so many things that are
called butter. Yeah.
Peanut butter. Shy butter.
Shea butter Shay you can get pistachio butter.
But I ain't. Butter.
He's butter. Just a state of mind.
Butter. I'll tell you what butter is.
So Elaine Kostrova traces the invention of butter back to the
Neolithic Africa. Dude. 8000 BC.
In her book Butter a Rich History, she writes that
Butter's invention likely traces back to.
Neolithic Africa around 8000 BC. Did she write that twice?
A nomadic sheep herdsman was travelling with his flock atop a
pack animal when the sheep herder reached back for his
sheepskin to take a swig of the animal's milk.
He found the coagulated into a mixture of butter and
buttermilk, the shaky journey over uneven terrain having
churned the sheep's milk into something altogether different.
And undeniably delicious. Do you think I'm what story?
How do they verify that story? Or is that theoretical?
It's theoretical, but it does seem that butters started in
Africa like the Blues and rock'n'roll and a lot of things
started in Africa. Is that the truth, man, or is
that black people just in general started those?
Well the humanity dude, Africa is a cradle of humanity so I
think they were the first farmers so they would have
experienced the first creation of butter.
And isn't it funny? Man, I remember when I was in
school when they talked about when did humans learn to cook
food? And it was a similar situation.
But like, it's always just that they're like, oh, maybe someone
had a pig in their house and then their house caught fire.
That's right. And then they came home.
Upon the devastation of discovery, they have to burn
down. Let's eat, Jerry.
Jerry. Pretty good.
Oh yeah. Maybe it wasn't a pig.
Maybe there was a human. No, the pig is called Jerry, I
presume. Mostly things are accidentally.
Well, we all know the first pig that was cooked was called.
Jerry and Jerry tasted real nice.
And do you have any idea why butter, like sometimes it's
white, it's a lot of it in Ireland is yellow.
Is that is that a teller of the quality of the butter or is that
just arrow? Do you really want to know the
answer to that question? Yes, it's so generally, why is
it have a color? The genetics of the animal and
what they eat decides the color of the butter.
So we in Ireland, it's mostly gold butter.
Here they're grass fed cows, but they eat the herbs, the Clover.
They're eating all these different herbs and flowers in
the field. Man gives them a lovely yellow
color and in these in time before processing butter, the
animal's butter would change throughout the year where they'd
be yellower in the summer, and in the winter months their
butter would be whiter, but they would add stuff to make it look
more yellow. I want that golden animal stuff.
Would you get different flavored butter?
Like if I fed a Chicago enough garlic.
Garlic butter. It's.
Garlic butter. That's how it invented.
Butter invade was invented, created, founded in Africa 8000
BC. It took quite a while to get to
Ireland. We can trace it back to roughly
1000 to 2000 BC. In Ireland is when bogged butter
is being dug up and dated to. So the earliest details of the
manufacture of butter, it's from the Arabs and Syrians.
The the original practice of these Arabs and Syrians, so far
as it is known, was to use vessels made from goat skin as
sort of a proto churn. This blows my mind.
The animal was skinned and then the skin is sold up tight,
leaving an opening only at the left foreleg where the cream was
poured in. This is a grizzly image.
Crazy dude. I want to have affected the
flavor. The churn was then suspended
from tent poles. And swarm up till the butter
comes. Butter, come the butter, come
now. It they, they, they use the term
butter coming a lot because Evan, you're just whacking the
milk and the cream around and all of a sudden.
Transporter dude. This, incidentally, is the
earliest known process of making butter.
So they were just trying it, man.
They were just saying they were. Swinging it around.
They were putting milk in a big goat's hide and swinging it
around and butter came out. Dude.
And butter for the longest time was considered a lowly person's
thing. Like peasants would eat butter.
Suppose they saw them outside shaking their butter.
Sticks shaking their butter sticks when what's going on, but
after the fall in Rome and too much of the Middle Ages, but it
was a common food. It had a low reputation, but as
the centuries went by, as we're approaching in the 20th century,
roughly 16th century, people are like, oh wait, this butter thing
pretty great. You put that on bread.
That's nice have. You seen what the pores have
been eating you with butter. You.
Fry your onions in the butter. You fry your mushrooms in the
butter. Delicious.
And everyone around the world all of a sudden is catching on
to this butter. I wonder.
How they were eating at the first people where they've.
Just eaten sticks dude. You just get a stick and you
bite it like a bar. No, I have no idea how they eat
the butter. Greek comic poet Annex Andreas
Yes refers to the Thracians as booty row pagoy.
Yes. Perfect pronunciation by butter
eaters. Butter Eaters.
Sure, they're only a pack of butter.
Eaters. It's a good insult.
Pliny the Elder, he always comes up.
He does. I call him Pliny, but you call
him Pliny. It's.
Probably plenty. Let's call him Pliny.
Pliny, back when Michael Pliny was a Pliny the Elder, calls
butter the most delicate of food among barbers.
That's like a backhanded compliment.
It is like, Oh yeah, that's the most, that's the most beautiful
part of an ugly body. And the Romans use considered a
barbarian city. Just butter eaters, lad.
And it was meant like to me. I'm like, you think you're
insulting me because I've discovered the joy of butter in
my life. John, there's a chart though
which we should put up on the page.
It's like it shows the use whether people use or olive oil
or butter more and the Mediterraneans that's.
That they just love oil full stuff.
And we we butter eaters and they're like the.
They're olive Oilers. They're olive.
Oilers. We have an old churn at home.
These are the parts of the churn, the dash, the cosh and
the cup. The cup is for keeping in the
milk. There's an old saying about the
churn. If the milk splashes out on the
woman, she's sure to be married to a drunkard.
When a woman is getting ready for churning, she puts a coal
and a grain of salt under the churn.
When anyone comes into the house, they should take a go
with the churn for a while. The old people say it is not
right to go out without taking the dash.
If they don't, the fairies will come and take the butter.
Kevin Danaher describes Ireland as a lamb flowing with milk and
he he mentions an account by an English soldier from 1690.
It says that the Irish were the greatest lovers of milk he had
ever seen. Hell yeah.
He mentions how they eat and drink it above 20 several sorts
of ways. I'd love to know the 20 ways
name them I. Can drink 20 different milk
upside. Butter, cheese, yogurt.
Yogurt. Give me the 60 more.
Give me the. 60 of my wife, my wife.
It would come as no surprise then, with claims such as these
that there is a rich and colorful tradition of folklore
attached to dairy production. And that's what you'll see guys.
There is any amount of weird superstitions in relation to the
process of making. You want me to hit you with some
of them? Yeah.
If a person sings while they're making a cow, the cow gives more
milk. If the cow is left in the
stables all day, she gives less. Milk where she's unhappy that.
Stands to reason, and also you're probably not chewing.
Not chewing the curd. Got to chew the curd.
A guy, you chew the curd. We're just sitting here chewing
the curd, shooting the breeze. Happy cows give better milk.
It's true fact. If a person sells or gives away
any of the butter or buttermilk out of the first churning of
milk after a cow calves, she will not give as much the next
time. If a person washes or churn
beside a river with a beesom and throws the beesom there, the
fairies take the butter from them.
Are we allowed to say Beesom on radio?
What's a beesom to you? It was amazing me.
I think it's a bunch of Heather just for cleaning out things
clean about. If a person did not put a pinch
of salt and quenched coal under the churn when they were
churning, the fairies would take the butter.
If a person went into a house where the people were churning
and did not churn, they would have the butter taken away from.
So that's just good common decency.
You come into my house. You churn my butter.
Buddy. Buddy, turn the butter.
Butter dude, not cool. If a person cannot get butter to
come on the churn, they put a piece of a plow in the heart of
the fire till it gets red with heat, and butter will come back.
If a person did not make the sign of the cross on the dash of
the I thought you were telling me to stop.
No, I was doing the sign of the cross.
If a person did not make the sign of the cross and the dash
of the churn before they go churning, the devil would take
the the devil the devil. It's the fairies are the devil.
You can't in Ireland. One of them is always out to get
you. Have you noticed?
That the Satan is sitting on a mountain of.
Butter and with the fairies. The road to hell is paved with
good butter. They always say that if a person
does not make the sign of the cross on a cow before milking,
she would not give much milk. These are all corrected,
collected by a Nora Nikolta from Ruski County Mayo.
As you can see, Luke, lots of superstition around making
butter. Butter in Ireland was a very
important task because #1 you'd eat the butter, it's going to
fill you up, it's going to fatten you up.
Long winters, hard weather, hard work to be done in the field.
And it stands to reason if your life revolves around something.
And also there's a bit of a knack to it.
You see it today, but not with a maybe not in the same
superstitious thing. But you have any straight of
action people get like whether it's like sports, people in
people in football have a lot of superstitions they carry.
Yeah, do wiggly, wiggly dances before we play.
Because black. So it also had economical
benefits for the family because if the family wasn't producing
much of it, like, all right, let's sell some of this butter
we got. And as I said, it was the
woman's job in the house. She would make the butter on a
particular day in the week. Look, how do you make butter in
your own time? I would imagine.
Go on and hit me and I'll tell you how, but go on.
And when you're, you put it into return.
You put water. Milk you put, you're allowed
and. You put your child in the chair.
You put milk into this tune, you close the lid, you press go.
Back a few days later. Zooey, you got it.
No, you, you. There's like a plunging element,
isn't. There, yeah.
So you're. Essentially just wanted to shake
the bad boy. Up There's a bit of contention
here. So I read that in the north of
Ireland they would just excuse me of the police looking.
For our butter out there. Oh my God.
Found the butter. So in the north of Ireland they
would just take the straight butter and start churning it.
But I think we figured out the secret to the golden butter in
Ireland, in South of Ireland to carry here.
So when we did, we let the milk settle, scrape the cream off the
top and just use the cream then. That's.
Then we just churn up the cream and that's why it's that.
Rich, thick gold butter. That's the difference between
you and I, I guess. When you see us in person, just
know the only difference. He.
Looks like a lot. He looks like a lot of the
churches. Butter right off the bat.
I burned. I turned.
I turned the cream that you turn the milk.
Yeah. Entailed by the head new boy
that's. The that's he turns the cream I
showed the milk. So you let the you get a
container with the fresh milk, let it settle, cream rises up,
take the cream off. Then you have to let the cream
develop. Dude, that could take a few
days. Put your cream in the churn,
churner up. Keep churning as you churn it.
What's happening? Do you know what's happening?
The liquid is separating from the fat.
So you get two things in there. You get a big hunk of butter,
and then you have this white buttermilk liquid.
So you drain off all that liquid and buttermilk.
Have you ever drank that by accident out of a character?
I've definitely sampled it as a. Young boy, something else like.
It's different flavor, but what's funny is your painting.
It's called buttermilk. Surely it's like the surely,
Surely it's the least buttery milk of all if the butter is
there. But standing beside it and it's
no. Yeah.
The butter is over there. And I'm over here.
Nobody came from. It's a good point.
We're going to have to buy some. Rain from the butter.
Yeah, technically it's the butter's milk.
It's the. Proud.
Yeah, it's a byproduct of butter.
If you butter, if you milk the butter, you get buttermilk.
It's what it is. I stopped it, set it up, slap it
all, get it online. So, so that's what that's how
the butter will be made. You'd separate it out.
Then you actually have to wash your butter.
Then you'd have to wash the butter off the buttermilk
because if there was any buttermilk left on your butter,
it was like on sour and destroy your butter.
You do really clean out your churn after as well because if
there's any buttermilk left in there, he's going to go rotten,
he go dirty, go bad. Berries do help people in many
ways. If you're up late at night and
if you're churning and if it's after 12:00, they are sure to
come in and help you. They will wait there.
They're. Sure, they're sure to come in
and help without asking. They will wait there and the
people of the house will have to go to bed.
I'm imagining man he's. Such a strange.
You're like you. You can kind of see them looking
in through the windows and sleeping.
Yeah, yeah, we better go to bed. And he's everybody.
Come in. The hours go by, moreheads are
just staring at you. Go to bed.
Beds I need to. Make go on to bed.
Look at all that milk. He's got a tons of it.
They will take out the butter and bring it with them.
Oh. See.
The people of the House would be at the loss of the butter.
That is why people do not be churning late at night.
So how contradictory was that story?
And the reason I included it was it started with fairies do help
people in many ways. And then it says they take your
butter and take it. Away.
I was confused. I thought that I just assumed
that that story would end with. The no.
I left it in because of how contradictory it is.
Just to show how contradictory folklore.
Can Sometimes I think these stories are like poor collector
Norman Equivalon was talking to that Martin Cunningham or
whoever it is and he's he's she's trying to she's going to
hell for leather with her pencil, but she.
Came right past. When he what, he's talking like
he goes. Are your fairies to help in
their own way. By the end he's messed up his
own story. I'm sure they didn't take all
the butter. It was all gone.
So they took it. The fairies only ever the
stories I've only read they take the butter dude.
They're not helping you make the butter.
And why you are past midnight churn and butter.
What's going on in your life? Get.
Your maybe you're doing all the daytime activity and that's what
you do. You do all the milk and during
the I remember there's a spirit of.
Time. More superstition, dude.
So superstition. Irish people love it.
Butter Irish people love them. Mix them both together, what do
you get? Long ago there lived a woman in
Ratley. She brought her turn to the well
to wash and scrub it. She used a bunch of header as a
scrubbing brush. She forgot to bring her brush
back with her, and another one woman picked it up and kept it.
The woman who lost her brush never had a good churning after
that. She could never get butter off
her milk. A milk.
Give me the butter. And the woman who found the
brush always had twice the usual quantity of butter or milk that
was connected. Collected by more Andy Kelly
from Pat O'Brien in Carol Mcbrien, County Sligo.
There you go, man. There.
You go well. Taking butter?
We did. We talked about mayday before.
Remember gathering the Jew or using the Jew of the Mayday to
keep yourself young. I wonder if we talked.
About butter in that I can't remember.
We probably did, because Mayday is the biggest day for stealing
people's butter. And when I tell you about a
story of a lady who's really good at stealing butter.
I'm. Scared.
Here we go. She could do it and she did.
Is it old Nancy? She was in league with the
devil. She did have now just at the
butt of Knock Boy in Hill, and she could take the butter all
night. There was a neighbour that had
the finest barn of cows you could lay your eyes on, and one
week not a bit of butter would come in the turn.
Nothing but fraught and an awful smell out of it.
I see it with the sight of my two eyes.
And you know how she did it. She would wait till a calf
belonging to someone died and she would keep it until it was
beginning to rot. And she would take it then and
bury it then and bury it somewhere in the land while that
dead calf belonging to some person was there.
You couldn't get a bit of butter.
They told the priest and fate. He banished her.
And whenever one went into a house, that time when a churning
was going on, he put his hand on the churning and say make Baha
ma Ong and some people would put a Coulter in the fire, because
bad spirits hate anything hot. That was connected.
Collected by Nora Lyon from Kedern's and There There.
I want that on AT shirt. Bad spirits hate anything hot.
Anything. Hot The way they wrote that
story, she This is how the story starts.
She could do it, and she did. Is it how Nancy it's?
Great man, it sounds like a bread and bread ass.
Whoever wrote that? Well then, Nora, you did a
fantastic job. I do like the line.
She could take the butter all night.
Oh, she could take the butter all night.
I also it reminded me of my mom used to do a rhyme.
It's not a very good tongue twister.
Was like Betty got a bit of butter but the butter was
bitter. Betty got a bit of butter, but
the butter was bitter. It's kind of fun and you.
Know they had churn songs as well so when the women were
churning. They probably kept the perfect
BPM. There's meant to be BPM of 4040
rotations per second on the barrel churn.
Could you give me an idea of what for Like is there a song?
Do we have any lyrics? Of the song, Yes we do, and I
will find that for you. Right now, very news.
Hello. You may just notice that I said
40 rotations per second, when as a matter of fact I meant 40
rotations per minute. My deepest apologies, Luke.
We were talking about churning songs.
This is. One come butter.
Come, come, butter, come. Peter stands at the gate,
waiting for buttered cake. Come butter, come.
And that's that. That's the pace.
I don't know the pace. 40 BPM LED I'm not sure.
Butter, come, come, butter, come.
Peter's standing at the gate, waiting for a buttered cake.
Come butter come, come, butter. Come.
Peter standing at the gate, waiting for.
A butter cake come, Butter come, come, come, butter come.
Peter's waiting at the gate waiting for a butter cake bomb
got her come. We'd have butter no time.
You could be the budget stumbling on that in the woods.
50 women churning butter. Luke, you're about to regale us
with a fantastic story, but we need to make it very clear here.
People stealing butter out there, you got to be careful.
The huge thievery of your. Butter, they're going to try and
steal your butter and it's not walk, they're not walking into
your house and just taking it. That's not how you're stealing
your butter. Luke, tell us how this more
involved well. She actually does break into the
house and literally steals the butter.
They're not just. I was going to say, is that what
happened? What did?
What did you mean though? Just for context.
It was usually stolen by the charms.
And it's more than what I find is isn't they're not stealing
your butter per Southeast. No.
Stealing your logical essence of whatever goal like I think
people taught this butter because I suppose when you
didn't know what the technological no what's.
Happening there be cream and it turns into butter and sometimes
it doesn't. They could rub their head around
that. I bet they probably linked it to
their sins. They were like I'm not a good
person, etcetera. I'm not a good.
Person they would call it break in the butter man break that you
so you break the milk. That's how it turns in the
butter or the butter comes all these phrases they had with the.
Can't marry him for his family. No butter, no bother Comes to
that family. Yeah, That's that's really good.
Yeah. Nobody comes.
I was reading as well that each family would do their own little
technique for the making of the butter and they would keep it a
huge secret. It would go intergenerationally,
these secrets to make the butter, but they would not leave
the family. That's why they call them a
butter face man. That's because.
The butter face. Man is because yeah, he's not
much to look at, but he's up to his elbow.
This is an example of a woman who will break into your house.
This is similar to because a lot of the air hag stories there's
so much related to butter. And we're going to get through
it by. The foundation of folklore in
Ireland is a buttery base. It's a buttery.
Base buttery biscuit There was no biscuits.
By but it was pure butter. Long ago, the people were being
frightened by a ghost called Maureen Vaughn from the Devil's
Tree. She was supposed to be seen
scattering fire from her and was said to be dressed in all white.
Wow. She stole all the butters she
could get and the people were afraid to stop her.
One night a farmer and his wife were wakened up at midnight by a
noise in the dairy. The wife asked her husband to go
out and see what was making the noise.
Check what's making the noise. But he was afraid.
She got up herself and stole out to the dairy.
I love. Stole out.
Yeah. As quickly as possible peeped
in. She saw Maureen Vaughn inside
with a sheet covering her and another one spread out on the
ground. She was carving the butter out
of the furkins and putting it into the sheet on the ground.
Every now and then she shook a canteen of red turf inside the
sheet and it looked as if she were on fire.
The farmer's wife did nothing but bang the door and locked.
Next morning, Maureen Vaughn was brought out and given into the
hands of the law. The hands of the law.
Informant P Walsh, gender unknown, addressed Tankard,
Stone, County Limerick. That's a great story.
I like how they called her a ghost at first and Maureen
Vaughn is a character in order things because evac once have a
song called Maureen. Born.
I kind of wish she wasn't caught by the long arm of the law.
I hope that she just was no longer.
I love this technique though dude of having a sheet and
shaking a canteen of turf. Red turf like Ember turf to make
it look like this huge billowing flames.
It's funny as well in these stories, man, where it's almost
like the thing of like, what's it called?
The like the supply. Like there's often these moments
in, like, rope gothic horror where you like, you stumble upon
something, you're like, oh, my God.
But in this is like she sees this woman stealing her stuff
and then she closes the door and knocks.
I was like, oh, but then then the next morning, she's just
caught. I don't know.
Yeah, that's strange. It's like scooby-doo.
Yeah, well, I have to. The catching bit, the trap.
It's just like she sees the action and she accepts her and
then she's swiftly taken into that, but somehow.
But somehow this woman was the first because Maureen Vaughn was
a terror. This wasn't her first time.
Like she she was a known character.
And the what? All she meant, what did they
say? She could do it and she did it.
Maureen did that snap. This is a story of a woman who
won't break into your house and steal your.
But. But she'll do it a different
way. A boy named the Masterson lived
in the townland of Anahen near Arva minding he was minding the
cows of Core Donaghy. About 60 years ago, he saw a
woman come to a well, take off all her clothes and go into the
well. She started to team the water
out of the well with a trencher while saying.
The whole of it to me. The boy, not understanding that
she meant any harm, said. Behalf of it to me.
When he went home, his mother churned and found out that she
got as much butter from the churning as she would in an
ordinary course of events, having got from 20 turnings.
She told the priest, and he said the boy was not accountable.
Since he meant no harm, he blessed the well that the woman
was in. A lot of people in the town land
of Cordonahy failed to get butter from their milk for some
time before, but got it after the well was blessed.
Collected by Thomas Brady, Ballyduff, County Longford.
So in this instance I jump into the local well and I make it of
course and I say. All of it to me.
And you will you the whole of it to me, you know.
Butter for you, Sir. No, it's your butter.
Mine. That's why I almost imagine
there's this sacred yellowy or over every individual.
Wow, you know what I mean? And someone can like.
Take your aura. Yeah, yeah.
If you could see put on your butter goggles, you could see
that that woman over there has gone on our butter.
Yeah, that's how it's because the.
Evil eye is tied to butter as well.
If you evil eye that cow, that cow's not going to give you
butter. Look, we talked about Bitty
early, before a wise woman, a banned FASA some considered a
Kayla witch. And we're going to talk about
her again, the context of butter.
And she seems like a fierce woman in this one now.
Bitty lace is what I say. Oh, you're a bad man, bad boy.
My milk's been spoiled. If Bitty early came into a house
and the people churn and she would take the butter from them.
This is propaganda. One time there was an old woman
out in Clare. She had the finest barn of cows
you could lay eyes on, and during one week not a bit of
butter would come in the churn. If she was churn until morning,
nothing but froth an awful smell out of it.
Stink. There was a calf.
She's bright. You don't meet.
You don't, but frozen smell coming out of your turn.
Lady, some stink out of your house, girl.
Girl, what's wrong? Gary have a mentor.
There was a calf after dying on the woman's neighbor, Biddy
Early had the dead calf to someone lifted off him.
Sorry, I'm joking. That's funny joke video Early
had the dead. You're such a dead.
Dog up and buried in the woman's land.
Yeah, that was bad. Biddy so man.
While the dead calf was in the land, she couldn't get any bit
of the butter. She told the priest about Biddy
Early and he haunted her out of the place.
From that time Biddy Early lived near Fico and before that she
lived near Lacronia, where three men coming home from digging
potatoes with their spades on their shoulders.
They met Biddy Early and she passed them by.
William saw briar stuck to her shirt, and trailing after her,
he took down his spade, cut off the end of the briar, and pure
new milk ran out of the briar. Pure new milk is good pure new
milk. Is a good name.
Yeah, that night the spade was stolen from him and he said it
was bitty early stolen. I love bitty early.
Man, checking your spade, your spade, you got my pure new milk.
I'm going to take your pure new spade.
The collector was Eileen, She's from Bonaglass going to call it,
and the informant was Michael Kelly.
I'd say her on Michael. Kelly too, because they're
relatives to each other and he's also from Bona Glass, so thanks
for that. That was just fantastic.
BD's a great she's an animal of a woman.
Why is there something up a dead calf and dragged onto someone
else's land? She's an animal.
Do you think people hated her? I think she's someone usually.
There was a mixed bag. I feared them, they feared her.
But I think she, she acted of her own accord, of course.
But if you wronged her, oh, by Christ, Luke, the Jew on your
land, I see your land out there and you get Jew on that in the
morning. I'm going to come over there
with a Spencer in the morning before you get up naked and I'm
going. To do you have to be naked?
I'm going to don't ask questions.
I'm going to drag my Spencer across your grass and I'm going
to repeat come all to me, Come all to me.
This is some image. You're going to wake up one
morning and you're going to see me there with your Spencer.
It's your Spencer. I have your Spencer and I'm
rubbing it on your what? The hell is a Spencer?
Do you know what a Spencer is? You tie the cows 2 front legs
together with the Spencer to keep them steady while you're
milking them. But I also read a thing that was
to stop them from roaming. So you tie the two front legs
together and then they wouldn't, they wouldn't be able to roam
these spancils as well if it was made from an animal's hair,
sometimes a White Horse, if there's a white horse's hair
running through this spancil of whatever animal's hair, extra
powerful. Oh, and I saw you got one of
those behind your door and you better believe I'm going.
To you better believe I'm stripping off all my clothes
from you. Did we?
I wonder if we talked about any of this and isn't this?
Terrible. We did.
As long as with the snails thing we did like you pick up a snail,
you know what your lover is going to look like.
Many stories are told in connection with butter making.
If people were covetous of their neighbours milk and butter and
wanted to have it themselves, it was customary for them to go out
in the early dawn to the land where the cows were grazing.
If there were a stream flowing through the land, the
destructive person brought a reaping hook and while cutting
the flow of the stream with it said a few times, milk, butter,
milk and butter I. Want to see that in a minute?
Yeah, your butter. After this, he milked the cow
and put the milk into his own churn at home.
In this way he could steal the milk and butter from a neighbor.
Another way was to run a reaping hook through the blades of grass
and say milk and butter, milk and butter.
It was commonly believed when people had a large supply of
milk and butter and had a few cows, this was what they were
practicing. Wow, I couldn't have but
imagined that completely nude. Once again, this is from the
last situation. Well the made you on the naked
skin keeps you young. So you want there's a real image
getting taken here? Oh well, I take away your
butter. I do that right?
I took your butter away. You take my butter.
Yeah, yeah. And we're friends.
I take he's butter. He takes my butter.
He was taking butter of a different kind.
Oh no, I don't want to ask you any.
Questions about that in old and sometimes you just say, ever
just say things. All the time then.
In olden times, the people firmly believe that certain
persons could take away the butter.
The only time this could happen was on a May morning.
Whoa, May. There is a local story told
about the business about 100 years ago.
A man was going to a fair very early one morning.
On his way to the fair he saw two women in a field.
Each woman had a straw rope and they seemed to be drawing along
the ground just as if they were knocking the dew off the grass.
As they walked along, the man stood listening and he heard
them repeating. Oh for me, Oh for me, Oh for me,
oh for me. Oh, for me, the man going up to
the man going up to the two of them said in a joke for me.
A few days. For me.
Oh that Ryan little man. A few days after this, his wife
made a churning and the lid was lifted off the churn with the
amount of butter that came off the Queen.
It was overflowing with Queenie. Butter.
I love this idea of you're just in the field and these two women
are reaping their hooks. They say this thing you say half
to me and that's how they explained you're overflowing
with butter. This idea of I only put in a
glass of milk and now the whole church like.
Energy, man, The butter is like, it's like tag whoever has it
lasted. They're just percolating with
buttery energy. You either have the butter aura
or you don't. This is so.
Do you know these people are stealing?
I think. Should make butter our word for
swag. Butter.
No swag, isn't it riz? Butter, butter.
You got the butter, you got butter.
Damn, that boy's got. Butter you got.
The Yeah, I like that. I like that.
Let's get that going, man. I've been watching you lately.
You got that butter? Got that?
Do you want to hear another thing These crafty people who
wanted to take your butter we're doing?
There is another way of stealing butter.
That was to follow the milch cow 4 tracks made in the earth and
gathered a clowber that stuck between the clefts of the feet.
So many weird words. Should a set of these be
acquired, the farmer could expect a poor return of the
butter for the next 12 months. But if procured by the owner of
the beast, no one could harm the cow or intervene with the butter
yield. Fascinating stuff, man, and then
interesting. So I'd watch your cow.
I'd be like Daisy over there. She's good at making the buck
when she walks where her hoof leaves an imprint.
To take the little. Bit I'll take the little bit
that's left and I have taken all that cow's power.
And what would you do with that bit?
Then I just have it and it's mine, it's mine, it's mine and
it's mine my cows. Gets from my hoof, I'll.
Give me some more mayday things. I'll give you plenty more.
Click on my head there, will you?
Click on my head. Click in my head.
Would you do me the honor of clicking on my head?
I'll click your head any day because that you got that.
Butter. You got that Butter People do
not churn on Mayday and they do not like to sell milk on Mayday.
This is not one of those contradictory ones because the
previous story we read was the best.
You need to rush and churn on Mayday and.
If you can sell it, by God do no you.
Can sell it. In country districts where
neighbors give milk gratis while a neighbor has no I know gratis
seems like every moderate gratis.
Dude, it's free. It's Latin.
I didn't think of it as Bin Laden.
For some reason. While a neighbor has no milk
awaiting the carving of a cow, they give this person on May Eve
sufficient milk for the next day so as to avoid giving it away
mayday and losing it their luck. Everyone who happens to come
into the house while a churn is going on should take a hand at
the churn dash. This is supposedly to prevent
people taking the butter. Don't take my.
Butter when making a churn and people used to put a small coal
of fire under the churn fire. By the way, I hear fire fire.
This was supposed to prevent the fairies taking away the butter.
I wonder if there's heat that just helps in the coagulating
process. I know I think it should be a
non hot zone but I think the idea is just that fire and iron
are two things that the fairies never.
But I wonder if there was some accidental sacred sauce.
I think you could be in on something.
Give me some of your secrets. Is it sick?
And that was it. A.
That was a. Look, we've been talking about
potential neighbors, friends, enemies.
Is my potential neighbor. Which is dragging spencils
through the land, stealing your Jew, which in turn is stealing
your butter. But there's something else we
discussed this before that hags could do.
They could transform into a hair.
Well, they could be a hairy woman, but they also could
change into AD animal a hair. The animal.
In some areas it was firmly
believed that the hag worked in disguise, usually that of a hare
sucking the teats of victims cow so that they would produce only
creamless milk for the remainder of the year.
Creamless milk? That's sad milk right there.
So in this interesting account here, the Gaelic Irish believed
that when a house was looked at through the shoulder blade or
bone of a sheep and a spot or shadow appears in the middle of
it, the owner of this house was a wicked woman and witch who
would next summer. Filch.
Away all their butter. That woman done filched away my
butter. She does gave her their head.
Filch my damn butter. You come round here filching my
butter. She really?
And you talk to me like that? Yeah.
It took the kids from me. You insulted me.
You walked out of me. You filched my butter.
Hey. Yeah.
Oh, that's it. Come back here.
Tell me a story about the taking of butter by a woman who changed
into a hair. I also.
Have you heard this? One the people that are like,
it's almost like that's not me, It's the hair woman stealing my
butter. Yeah, that's not that I'm bad at
shooting this. Man, no.
And it's not because based on the incorrect temperature,
environments are the feet of the cow.
We'll get into that later. Look, look, the naysayers will
say it. It's that.
Damn. Woman, she comes into my house,
she filters my milk, she sucks my cow's.
Teeth. Butterfish.
Butterfilter. That takes a chance of you,
Filch. All right, we'll calm down.
Calm down. The taking of butter by a woman
who changed into a hair long ago.
There was a servant boy from kill Organ hired in Truly Marcus
OK by a farmer who from our first OK.
And when he went there, he found out that there was another
servant boy in the house. Hey, you're like me who had been
there for a long time. The house was in Gary and who
seemed to know everything about the house and the people who
lived there. They were from.
Gary. Well, that night both the
servant boys slept in a settle bed in the kitchen and it
happened to be May night, and the servant boy who was the
longest in the house told the new servant boy that the
mistress of the house used to get up every May night and roll
herself in the feet water. Feet water.
And run out the door in the form of a hair for the purpose of
milking her neighbor's cows. So the new servant boy said he
would watch her and see what she would do.
As the clock struck 12, she ran down out of the room and rolled
herself in the feet water. Feet.
Water, the door of the feet as well, went out the door in the
form of a hair. Hair.
The new servant boy jumped out of the bed and threw the feet
water out the door. Feet water?
What is this? Yeah, as she was not very far
from the house, she had the door opening, and she ran back again
and rolled herself in the ground where the feet water was thrown,
and went into the house in her own shape.
It was said that she had not enough of the feet water to wet
herself and that her back and neck were covered with hair.
Oh baby, give me some of that feet water.
It's mad, so that's quite cool. So it's literally any bit of the
water that touches her. It's very animated vibes, kind
of that. Like the we can reach the West.
Cover herself, her back and stuff with the water.
It was still hairy. This is a hairy woman and and
man, there's a very interesting thing.
For whatever reason, I don't know if it was always this way,
but I think I've noticed a lot of the hair hag stories.
There was a certain, I don't want to say propagandistic, but
like this is like a clearly a well.
Well, to a woman, very. Likely, yes, probably angry
Protestant. There was an oftentimes a lot of
the hair hack stories, for whatever reason, would have this
sort of background sectarian element or whatever saying, oh,
it was this, but maybe that's told as a kids story to then
kind of evoke and they stole our feckin butter.
She turns into a hair. She sucks me cows teeth filching
me, milk filching me. Milk and me from Kerry.
Of the Kingdom. That was collector Mary Brosnan,
informant Patsy Moriarty, Honda boys, age 80, and he's from
where they from Nakaderi. There we go.
Can I tell you another story? Ah.
Yeah. Will you hear it?
This is a crazy one. Now.
Back in the day man, it was customary to take a small
portion of unsalted butter after making a churning and to stick
it on a board which was fastened to the kitchen wall.
The butter was left on the board until the mould appeared.
This moulded butter was used for treating any kind of skin
ailment such as cuts, scrapes, as well as preventing and
killing infection. Did you know what they were
using? Dude?
They had discovered penicillin. Yo, what was that?
Unsalted? But I didn't even.
Know it. The mold grew from the butter.
Penicillin is mold left, so it's a mold.
Actually, that's how I want my cure.
The shingles works then because it was unsalted butter in a can
that the manner. But was it stinky or was it
fresh? Did it left go mold?
He dropped his blood in it, so maybe he uses that as a as a.
Catalyst. No, that's different dude.
That's blood magic. That's magic, that's different.
I surely I'm just thinking now, maybe that was why it was good
for me. But well, butter.
Butter is used for skin elements.
Back in the day, getting sort of a rash or a burn, you you'd use
that. Call me toast, I called over
meal. Anyway my new album comes out
this week. She track one she fishing me
milk back to Call me toast and butter meal.
Track 3 butter actually a carry man.
The three track trees, actually. They're all some these are fish
yoga based on butter making or pitch rogues depending on where
you are. Sometimes people find it nearly
impossible to make butter. The only reason they give her
their failure is the presence of someone of evil spirit, or more
likely, the evil power of some persons.
In order to counteract his evil influence, they simply tie a
Sally rod around the churn, then turn it three or four times, and
eventually the evil spirit or influence vanishes for good.
This charm has also worked to bring back butter that has been
stolen by evil influences. From time to time farmers, both
rich and poor of loss of milk and loss of butter, and
accordingly loss of money. What are saying?
Things that one again. From time to time, farmers both
rich and poor of loss of milk and loss of butter and
accordingly loss of money. Wow, that's a What does that
mean? That's a fucking.
Christopher Nolan, the amount of depth in that sentence.
I guess so. From time to time, both rich and
poor people who have lost butter, lost butter.
Obviously you lose money. If you lose money, you lose the
money. Where's the money coming from?
First you have the butter, then you have women, then you.
Get the well first. You need the women of the money
and they make the butter. And then you get the money.
There you go. They attribute their losses to
the evil people living near them.
They find it rather difficult to take these people at work as it
is done by means of charm. Do you don't see them at the
work of stealing? No, as you pointed out, you you
have to find the charm that. There's a charm at play.
Here, however, all they have to do in these cases is to place
the sock of a plow in the fire during Mass on Sunday and to
leave it there until it's red. Then the evil charm is rendered
useless to act. If a person helps a neighbors to
milk the cows, that person should not leave the buyer
without washing and drying his ham.
Big thing if you take if you leave with even a bit of milk on
your hands, you will take their ability to make.
Butter. It sounds like a lab.
I'd walk into your home while you're churning hard.
It's 1155, you know you can't churn after midnight.
Dude, You're churning hard. You're churning fast.
You're singing your songs. Yeah.
Come butter, come, come, butter. Come Peter.
Waiting at the gate, waiting for a buttered cake.
You're. Good.
I remember that. I was just going.
Around I would walk into your house and I would say God bless
all. Here.
The omission of the blessing is sometimes the cause of great
anxiety to the neighbors. When you give milk away to
anyone, no matter what quantity, be sure to drop a little salt
into it before doing so. If the salt is not put into it,
all the person who gets the milk has to do in order to steal
yours is to skim the milk, and through some power or other he
secures all yours. If you ever enter a house where
a churn is being made, be sure to offer to turn it before you
the part or the people will think you live here.
To tie a red string on a cow's tail is regarded as the best
possible protection against the evil people.
Is also believed to be a cure for certain diseases.
A liberal amount of salt should be sprinkled on a calf
immediately after birth. Delicious.
He's just out. Salt that boy up.
Avoid carrying milk at night. It is unlucky and attracts evil
spirits. I see you walking around here
with milk at night. You're asking for it.
Woe to the person who lends his churn to other people.
So true priests are considered powerless to fight the milk and
butter Steelers. You're powerless.
I am a butter Steeler. Yeah.
You have no power over me. Sorry, Father Colossus, your
power is futile against me. We've got a parish priest story
coming up and I want you to read it after this.
But some people say that the milk stealing business
originated during the Black Famine, when food was scarce and
when people ventured out at night to milk their neighbors
cows in order to keep their family from starving.
Not interesting. That makes sense, informant me
Hollow Manning. What's wrong?
Why you said? He's there.
His address is Clunemore, County Kerry.
That's where you're from. I live there.
Sometimes a certain farmer in the Lichtenauer parish had no
liquid. Butter, my ears are burning no
matter what. He and his wife did.
Their efforts were in vain. Fraught was the result.
Instead of butter, he told APP of Lichtenauer about it.
The priest came to say mass. He told the farmer to bring in
the hair spancil made out of hair of the cow of a tail of a
the tail of a cow and to hang it on the crane while mass was in
progress. At a certain part of the mass
the priest came over and read over the spancil and for a long
time. When he finished, the spancil
bounded up the chimney like a Tumblr.
The butter was successful after that.
That was collected by Tom Daley, aged 55, out in Lake Schnar PP.
I love shortly the parish priest to PP.
Hey, get the PP over you. Know my granny, God rest her.
Soul, God rest her. Soul.
She had her own type of text speak.
Go on. Where like like, oh, I think
she'd have like TG for thank God and all those.
Tank. That's still one.
TGTG but she would just make up like ones if just like religion
need like going to pray the rosary obviously GPR TTYLT.
TM going to mass. Going to mass after that AM.
It's PM yeah post mass. Post mass, Post mass clarity,
I'll see. You in the PM?
I'll see you in the PM. See you in the PM.
That's funny dude. Do you want an evil eye story?
About 100 years ago, the people of Chum used to think that a
person with a bad eye could take away the butter from your cows.
Look at you boy, you have a bad eye in you that.
You take the butter from a cow. You die a new boy.
You'd filch the milk of a newborn baby.
There lived in Marley a woman who had a few cows.
When she turned her milk she could not get any butter.
There was an old man passing at the time, dressed in carical
clothes. We went into the house and took
the churn dash from the woman. She was very distressed and told
him that she'd been churning for a couple of hours and she still
had no butter. He began to churn, and soon the
churn was full of butter. He told her that he had the
butter, and from that on she had no churning, and from that on
she had no churning. All right, Bay Mangan.
She was 12, from Salt Hill. Look, we tried anyway.
Will you tell me a story about Tell me a story about Saint
Patrick and the bee stings? OK, she was a bee sting.
Mine is a bee sting, so. Do you know bee stings is
funnily is That's what we're about to talk about there.
Bee stings is the the colostrum of the milk.
Get into it. Oh yeah.
Stop talking about it and take me to dinner.
Long ago, the people used to tie a red rag on the cow's tail.
After Red rag, Red, red rag. When Saint Patrick was in
Ireland, he visited a house in Drum Kiri Not.
Losing her mind. No, I've never been more.
Clear in my whole. Life.
I have my trousers off. You don't lie.
Don't lie. From my angle I can't see.
Everyone knows. Everyone knows.
No one knows that I haven't had my shirt on since the beginning.
Oh no. When Saint Patrick was in
Ireland, he visited a house in Drum Kiri, not far from here.
The woman of the house had bee stings boiling in a pot.
Oh, delicious. He asked her for a cup of what
she had in the pot for he was hungry.
She refused him, so he kept walking.
Tonight came up to Derry Bryan and he went into another house
and the woman there gave him a cup of milk and some bread to
eat. From that day on the milk and
butter was plentiful and Dairy Brian and there was none in Drum
Kiri. It was taught he took the butter
from Drum Kiri and left us in Dairy.
Brian. Some lad Saint Patrick, eh?
That collector was Anna M Rabbit.
Definitely not a hair hag, and nicely not Anna M Walsh.
Eh, that's very fun. Weird that she was boiling bee
stings. Yeah.
Have you ever have you ever been involved in consuming bee
stings? I feel like there's an ethical
problem. It's not for you.
Is that what you're telling me? I know other people who are,
yes, in general, I know milk is for cow, cow, the old saying
goes. But now it's just that your
colostrum is very beneficial to the young calf.
That's where even in humans, that's and in every.
Animal breast milk the initially mammals work.
Initial breast milk particularly has a lot of antibodies in it.
It's essentially like a system update.
It is. It's like you're the information
from your MAMO is going to you Bobby.
And it only happened and that's your time and.
Instead you're there boiling it for custard.
Yeah. Michael, you know what the
secret to the best custard cream is?
Oh, is that it? The cream is gotten from the.
Classroom. If that's true, I've really.
You've eaten too many custard creams to go back now by oh.
Another thing is big. That's big.
Something that's big. Iron.
Iron and fire being used to stop these curses.
Stop the charms. I saw you.
You put a charm on my milk. You know what I'm going to do
about it. Flip you off the next time I see
you, Sorry. I'll tell you what I'm going to
do about it. In the parish of Iris Court, a
certain woman was able to supply all the shops with butter and I
don't need one cow. People said this woman had a
dead hand. This term meant she or some
member of her household dug up a dead hand from some grave.
And while this was in the house, the churn was always full and
the supply of butter very large in some instances.
In some instances. As in this parish, the priests
were beseeched to pray for people whose milk and butter was
being stolen from them, and who thus were reduced to a state of
poverty. Priests are the full time
begetting besieged. And and you know what we read
earlier? That the priests have no power
over the stolen milk. No, don't even go to your PP
Inc. Give me another.
Story. I'm the Lapina stalker.
Lapina Stalker give her a dough. A great deal of butter was made
on this farm, even though the cattle on it were few and people
often wondered. I wonder is all that matter?
No one ever saw the inside of their dairy but the family till
one day when they forgot to shut it.
George, did you lock the king door?
Close the bloody Jeffrey. close the.
They're going to find out a secret.
A farm worker entered it and saw hanging on the back of the door
a dead hand, which was called the Lapa.
The Lapa. When they wanted cream, they put
some milk in a basin and put the lapa in the milk.
The depth of the fingers of cream would come on top of the
milk, and thus they were able to produce quantities of butter
from a small stock of cattle. That was collected by Jack
McCarthy. He was a Carpenter from 40
County Cork. Dude, the dead hand or the hand
of? Glory.
I'm about to this every time I message you earlier in the week,
man. Because we don't see each other
as often as either of us would like, but we keep in
communication because. We're good friends.
We're certainly dude. And I told you that the Hand of
Glory is one of the few one of those things where anytime I
hear about it or read it, it makes me imagine the past as a
bizarro fantasy world. Dude.
This is definitely it's like some, what's it called, Crowley
sort of stuff, whatever that guy's name is, some black magic.
Yeah, oh, it's 100 like necromancy style.
So the Hand of Glory is essentially a severed hand from
a gibbeted, hanged or executed criminal.
The more notorious, the greater it's supposed potency.
This hand is dried in the sun after pickling and treatment
with various noxious chemicals and materials.
The hand was in enclosed around the candle, preferably made with
the fat of a hanged man. More hanged man or give me?
More the fingers were turned into macabre Wicks.
How do you say that word? Macabre.
Macabre Wicks. It was believed that this
gruesome brand would confer invisibility to its owner,
render the occupants of a household into a deep sleep and
open locked doors. But what did it also do, Luke?
It also perhaps the coolest of all the week.
One of these things is not like the other.
It will also help you make butter.
Yes. Great butter.
How would it do this? You used to stir.
She put the hand in that damn dear boy.
You get the. Man, they put it in the bar.
Their milk. The milk was churned using the
preserved hand but stirring the milk with it.
Some sources say it has to be done 8 to 9 times, then
accompanied by spells. Butter, butter, butter, butter,
butter, butter, butter, butter. Come on, come on.
That's my. Scum, butter, Come, come Peter,
waiting at the gate, waiting for his better cake.
Has anyone ever talked about just asking the milk nicely?
An account from County Longford tells us that the need to mix
some of your intended victim's milk with your own in order for
it to work OK. Oh, is this when you're stealing
it I assume? This is.
Look, it's all hearsay, but the magic of the butter is, the
magic of the hand is, however deep you stick it into the milk,
you get that much cream immediately.
So you want a boy with a big hand You.
Just want a deep vessel. But yeah, the bigger the hand,
the better. Look, there's a few rhymes and
chants that were often used to make the hand more effective.
And I saw you one day using your hand of glory.
So what do you think? Didn't think you were looking at
me. I thought I was alone, eh?
What do I sing? I sing, Aaron.
Let those who rest more deeply sleep.
Let those awake their vigils keep.
O hand of glory, shed thy light. Direct us to our spoil tonight.
Nice dude. The hand of glory guys, we're
not going to do it justice. Just Google that and look at the
Wikipedia and there's an image of a paper mache hand of glory
and it is one of the coolest things I've ever.
Seen they have a. There was an image as well of
they have some intact today. Yeah, there's some that they've,
some that they found, they find them like in random.
Place Do you think that rhyme is that for to make boys and girls
in the house sleepy? Yeah.
Or is it a butter rhyme too? No, it that's for the youth in
nefarious criminal use. Nefarious.
All right, jump around. Luke, we have a few random
stories to kind of read before we finish up this whole butter
or deal that's happening here. Let's spread them.
Y'all, I hear you all screaming. What about the bog butter?
Well, what about the bog butter? They found some butter in the
bog. Get over it.
Yeah, well, here's a story about it.
Here's a story about it. This is a story called Butter
Found in Clunog Bog a few years ago there was.
A man cutting turf in the above mentioned.
Bog and he found a little hamper of butter, but it must have been
there for a long time because no one in the village remembers the
time when people use put their butter in the bog.
They put the butter in the bog to keep it sweet and keep it
fresh. That's it.
Ladscapers 1. More do you need to know?
Bury her down. I throw in the bog so there's
nothing. More.
There's nothing more to it. Look, come at me another time.
Look, I like my butter on bread. I don't like my butter in the
bog read. Me an old story there.
Some years ago, William Chalk, or IP, was plowing in his garden
and the plow turned up a piece of butter.
Oh, this butter was buried in the garden by an old enemy for
the purpose of taking the good. Oh God.
Chalks Garden and transferring it to the Garden of the Bad
Neighbour, Collector Kochney Frahala Address, Duckstown,
County Limerick. Duckstown, can I read you the
story? I want you to get into this now.
Man, the tailor and the lumps of butter.
Shawn's mother was named John and his father was Paddy
Connors, nicknamed Paddy Daheen. John was of a retiring
disposition and always kept a special bed for the travelling
people, or the conic people as they were called.
In one corner of the kitchen, right across the road from
Daheen's house, a small farmer nicknamed Paddy not cared on
lived with his wife, two daughters and two sons.
One of the daughters was in Nano, the other Hannah.
Nano Hannah Hannah Nana, at the time a travelling tailor called
Teddy Mick. You spend a week or so on the
houses of the district mending, making and patching.
On one occasion during hay time he was working in Daheen's
house. At about 12:10 o'clock, Joan
began her churning operators, and she was about to.
Begin her butter baking. Hannah came in in a foster with
her tongues in her hands and said Wish her.
Joan gave us a few bits of seed as a fire ran out unknownst of
me just as reference here. They're calling the cold of the
fire, they're calling them seeds.
Beautiful. She took it, and when she had
gone out the tailor made for the fire and with the tongues took a
red coal of the fire and threw it into a bucket that was behind
the front door. No sooner had he returned to his
place at the table, then Hannah rushed in crying.
That's grand to me, John, But didn't the pig throw the tongues
out of my hand, and I go in. In the door she took more seed,
and the tailor did as he did before.
But 1/4 of an hour elapsed, and Hannah came in again crying.
Wish a bad luck on me for me, but my fire is not lighted yet
for want of more seed. But she went towards the fire
and took a great red sod before she reached the door.
The tailor rushed after her, seized the tongues, and threw
the coal into the bucket. Then he seized Hannah and gave
her a good kick out the door. Joan was very surprised at the
occurrence, and thought the tailor had taken lathe of his
senses. Wish a teddy, she said.
What in the world is coming over you, and what reason had you to
poor Hannah go behind the door, Jane said he and and look into
the bucket and you'll get my answer There she did, and saw
three lumps of butter in the bucket.
Terry told her take them out and wash them, and that Hannah came
for the seed to deprive Joan of her butter by the power of the
pitch Hawks, and that he had thwarted her by his actions.
Very interesting now. Collector Tasty DC cat.
Tomcat occupation A moon tour. A moon tour.
Luke, I think we're all but bothered out I've bothered you
up I've bothered you down I've bothered you.
We've talked in here for quite a while.
Our brains are turned into pure but.
And I think my I think my butter is just about done after all
that journey. Guys, I want to think of some
sort of puns. I hope you loved our spread of
buttery stories. I hope you did.
If you have any stories about bog butter, you think that we
missed out on that, we should have mentioned Challenge us.
Challenge us. Give me something interesting.
Try me. Entertain us if you have
anything folklore, weird Irish stuff related you want us to
discuss on the podcast or bring up in any capacity.
Wow me message on the Pitch Strokes podcast Instagram.
It's there. You can e-mail us if you want.
Pitchshrugspodcast@gmail.com. But look, we're only a few
finger taps away. We're so close to you you've no
idea. I can see you sometime.
And tell us, what do you like to put?
And. What do you like to put?
Can I finish us with one story? This is one about a man called
John Lyons. John Lyons, of Ballyhorg and
Lickshaw went one night torching up Gentleman's Avenue.
This place is supposed to be haunted.
John Lyons killed a few birds and was about to kill a trush
when the latter spoke Nabul, Nabul.
Simultaneously a cold hand slapped his face, and the torch
was flung from his hand. He was an invalid for three
months, was never in the better of the shock.
I really slapped my face. I see too.
I slapped myself guys. Good looking, good night, God
bless and good butter. Butter.
Butter unto you, butter unto me. I won't take your butter.