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The area serviced by Shronell National School is steeped in ancient history. We have included in this page a brief introduction to local history and folklore. Please enjoy....
Shronell N.S. aim to welcome all children to the formal educational process in a
caring, nurturing and harmonious way. We will endeavour to promote our pupils' self-
Liam Dall O’hIfearnáin
Battle of Ballycohey
The Weavers of Shronell
Ó hIfearnáin, Liam Dall (?1720-
Monument to Liam Dall
At Shronell Cross
Ruins of Damer’s Court
Joseph Damer was a banker and entrepreneur who moved to Ireland from England 1662. He lived in Dublin.He soon purchased large tracts of land in County Tipperary from the Cromwellian settlers there. He filled these pastures with sheep and soon he had set up a vast business exporting wool.
Though Joseph was phenomenally rich he was reputed to have been a miser. Dean Swift wrote that “ he walked the streets in a threadbare cloak and dined and supped at charge of other folk ”.Joseph died a bachelor in 1720 and the massive wealth passed to his nephew John Damer. Like his uncle John was said to have been very careful with money. In 1740 John commenced the construction of a huge mansion in Shronell , which was called Damer’s Court. It was said that he had a secret vaulted room in that mansion with a vast treasure in sovereigns hidden away there. There were 365 windows in the house , one for every day of the year !Sadly the gable is all that remains of the great house at Shronell but it is still worth a visit as it is a hidden gem of a site with a great story.
William Hazlitt, the famous English Essayist ws born to Shronell parents..
DO YOU KNOW THE SONG ?
The deeds ofheroes true and bold
In deathless song by bards are told
To nerve the timid and the bold,
And rouse them into action.
Then I shall sing a simple rhyme
Of men who fought in our time,
Of men who fought a fight sublime
To Ireland's satisfaction.
They were no doughty sons ofMars
Who greed or glory seek in wars,
Yet fortune kindly blest their stars -
Their fame no tongue can sully.
But true man all who took their stand,
Resolved to fight for home and land -
They pulverised that hierling band
Led by the despot, Scully.
That August day in sixty-
Let Irishmen commemorate,
For on that day and very, date
The bullets loud did rattle:
Discharged fiom old, but trusty guns,
By Ballycohey's dauntless sons
At those who came to scourge like Huns,
Or banish them like cattle.
The bailiff and the force' went down,
Those loyal runners for the Crown,
The second volley did them brown,
They thought their task no laughter.
And Scully too was forced to yield,
In spite of his protective shield.
They bore him bloody from the field
Whoever saw him after?
God bless the men who fought the fight,
Who fought the battle of the right,
Who never sought the smiles of might
Through any interceder.
Their fame down times long halls shall ring,
Their names shall pride and glory bring
And future bards their deeds shall sing
And ofDwyer their leader.
Their deed did more to loose our chains,
And stir the life blood in our veins,
Than all our picayunish gains
We've got by agitation.
It proved to fiend as well as foe
That Irishmen can strike a blow,
And cause the putrid stream to flow
Of Saxon legislation.
(Source: The Patriotic Songs and Poems
of J.J. Finnan ("Myles"), printed and
published by Guy & Co., 114 O'Connell