29/10/2026
Cóiste Bodhar
There are many omens of death, and the Cóiste Bodhar is one of them.
If you happen to see the Cóiste Bodhar, you should stand to one side and say “slán” and probably hope it isn't you that it is coming for! There are many accounts in the folklore collection about the Coiste Bodhar. This story is from Maigh Cuilinn. (Mattie Lydon -as told to Paula Lydon 2025)
'' Two men were travelling the mountain road late one night. They had gone courting, hoping to strike a match for one of them with a young woman, but their visit had come to nothing. As they made their way home along the road close to where the new school at Leamhchoill is now, they heard the sound of wheels and horses approaching behind them. They slipped into the furze for cover. The rattling grew louder, but when the ghostly coach swept past, there was nothing to be seen. The bottle of wh***ey (though it may well have been poitín) that had remained unopened during their unsuccessful visit was quickly uncorked after their fright.''
The Dead Coach
by Katharine Tynan Hinkson
At night when sick folk wakeful lie,
I heard the dead coach passing by,
And heard it passing wild and fleet,
And knew my time was come not yet.
Click-clack, click-clack, the hoofs went past,
Who takes the dead coach travels fast,
On and away through the wild night,
The dead must rest ere morning light.
If one might follow on its track
The coach and horses, midnight black,
Within should sit a shape of doom
That beckons one and all to come.
God pity them to-night who wait
To hear the dead coach at their gate,
And him who hears, though sense be dim,
The mournful dead coach stop for him.
He shall go down with a still face,
And mount the steps and take his place,
The door be shut, the order said!
How fast the pace is with the dead!
Click-clack, click-clack, the hour is chill,
The dead coach climbs the distant hill.
Now, God, the Father of us all,
Wipe Thou the widow’s tears that fall!