In Sligo if a person is sick in a house, and one of the cattle dies, they say 'a life for a life,' and the patient will recover. Mr. Kinahan says, 'This is so universal in the wilds of Sligo that Protestants and Catholics believe it alike.'

As an expression of welcome, a person says, 'We'll spread green rushes under your feet'; a memory of the time when there were neither boards nor carpets on the floors--nothing but the naked clay--in Ireland as well as in England; and in both countries, it was the custom to strew the floors of the better class of houses with rushes, which were renewed for any distinguished visitor. This was always done by the women-servants: and the custom was so general and so well understood that there was a knife of special shape for cutting the rushes. (See my 'Smaller Social Hist. of Ancient Ireland,' p. 305.)

English As We Speak It in Ireland — Part 110

A common exclamation of drivers for urging on a horse, heard everywhere in Ireland, is _hupp, hupp!_ It has found its way even into our nursery rhymes; as when a mother is dancing her baby up and down on her knee, she sings:--

English As We Speak It in Ireland — Part 110

'How many miles to Dub-l-in? Three score and ten, Will we be there by candle light? Yes and back again: _Hupp, hupp_ my little horse, _Hupp, hupp_ again.'

English As We Speak It in Ireland — Part 110

This Irish word, insignificant as it seems, has come down from a period thirteen or fourteen hundred years ago, or probably much farther back. In the library of St. Gall in Switzerland there is a manuscript written in the eighth century by some scholarly Irish { 177} monk--who he was we cannot tell: and in this the old writer _glosses_ or explains many Latin words by corresponding Irish words. Among others the Latin interjection _ei_ or _hei_ (meaning ho! quick! come on) is explained by _upp_ or _hupp_ (Zeuss).

Before Christianity had widely spread in Ireland, the pagans had a numerous pantheon of gods and goddesses, one of which was _Badb_ [bibe], a terrible war-fury. Her name is pronounced _Bibe_ or _Bybe_, and in this form it is still preserved all over Cork and round about, not indeed for a war-fury, but for what--in the opinion of some people--is nearly as bad, a _scolding woman_. (For _Badb_ and all the other pagan Irish gods and goddesses, see my 'Smaller Social History of Ancient Ireland,' chap. v.)