Martin Connors Sr.  

Martin is well remembered by all the people of Merasheen primarily because of his uncanny skill at setting bones, repairing fractures and bandaging cuts. Although he never received any medical education, he could do his work as successfully it not as gently as any medically trained person. There were very few people in Merasheen who did not pay a visit to this natural doctor at one time or another during their lives.

Arthur O’Bradley

Arthur was a lad out arid bold
A lad about nineteen years old
Straight way to get married, they went
To marry an old milkmaid, they said
Me lamb, me lark, me lily, me duck, come hither
And let us get spliced together
It is you l do mean for to wed
I‘ll indulge you one half of my bed
And my name it is Arthur O'Bradley.

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Dear Arthur O‘Bradley oh

He saddled his old grey mare
He loved her because she was fair
He chose her because she was good
The pride of any man’s hood
She was such a bundle of bones
She was clicked and docked and tired
And seldom would she ever get tired
She was such a high bred rodney
A credit to Arthur O‘Bradley.

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Dear Arthur O‘Bradley oh

They went to the church to get married
The parson he shivered and shook
And he instantly hove down the book
But Arthur soon made him pick it up again
lf you don't be quick with the job
I‘ll damn soon scuttle your gob
And my name is Arthur O'Bradley

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Dear Arthur O'Bradley oh

The dresses they had, they were good
The pride of any man’s hood
They had sheep heads stewed in a lantern
And sea fish herring in dozens
To invite all your uncles and cousins
Right says Arthur my dear
This makes me feel mausy and queer
Me lamb, me lark, me lily, me duck, and my daffy down dilly
Did ever ye hear of the like
That l should be blessed with a wife
And my name it is Arthur O‘Bradley

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Dear Arthur O'Bradley oh

Then out stepped old mother crook
T’was she could heel and toe it
A mountain grew out of her back
You would swear she carried a sack
Her nose was so crooked and long
She had to take snuff with a prong
In the honor of Arthur O'Bradley

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Dear Arthur O‘Bradley oh