Last night I was reading a 1968 novel by Nicholas Blake, aka C. S. Lewis. The
title is The Private Wound.
I was delighted to come upon this:
...she was soon embarked on a fervent declamation about the purity of Irish
culture, the tradition of the ancient literature in Irish, the language
revival, and so on. Names of old bards flowed out: O'Bruadair,
O'Rathaile, Raferty, O'Carolan, Merryman.
I guess we all know about O'Carolan, but who, briefly, were the others?
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