An Ceithearnach Caolriabhach

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“They saw a thin striped youngster enter, half his sword protruding behind his backside, the water squelching in his shoes, the tips of his ears sticking out of his old cloak….” Thus begins the retelling of a tale written by an anonymous writer 500 years ago, humorously depicting the goings-on that drive chieftains, gallowglasses, harpists, and the nation’s rogues to distraction

Weight250 g