As a native of Clon (Clonakilty) and a distant relation to the farmer's wife, in question, I may be able to throw some light on the various queries sent to this site .....
Firstly, the incident happened just outside the villiage of Ballinascarthy, on the road between Bandon and Clon. However, the modern routes are not those necessarily used by road travellers in the 1800's. The Old road to Timoleague into Clon was quite frequently travelled by those coming from the east and Bandon - a handy diversion.    Also, the main road to Cork, was via Shannonvale Village near Ballinascarthy, and not on the modern line.
Secondly, a rather famous landlord's eviction to place about this time at Castleview Mills, the home of Tim Hurley (my Gr.Uncle).
This made the International News (Times / London Illust. News etc...) and many songs were written about it. I shall paste one of these taken from the UNITED IRELAND NEWSPAPER 1886 - unknown air.
Another was a ditty (to the air of the Limerick Rake), which was entitled "O'Leary, Lyons and the 4 O'Briens" ... again dealing with the Castleview Eviction of Miller Tim Hurley, his family and workers.
At about that time, the minor incident involving the farmer's wife became the subject of a local song - various versions exist, but NONE of the originals had the "diddly-ay-di diddly-ay-di chorus, made famous by the Clancy's.
Personally, I like it with diddly-ay ...., and often include it when we perform publicly.
The original version of the Bold Tenant Farmer's Wife, which many's the time I heard my forbears sing, was to the air of "The Limerick Rake".   It superceded the Castleview songs and heightened the importance of this minor comical incident.    Hope this helps.... If I locate the other versions of the Castleview Songs, I will certainly post them.


EVICTION OF TIM HURLEY, CASTLEVIEW
From 'United Ireland' 30/10/1886

Thrice at the mill that Hurley held    The Peelers' columns failed,
And crowbar-bearing blackguards   From the fierce encounter quailed.
For overhead was garrisoned   By gallant hearts and true,
Resolved to fight to death against    The base evicting crew.

In vain through door or window frame   They scrambled or they burst
Once in, the competition was Who should be out the first.
Like rats on whom the trap has closed,   Possession they had got.
Within a welcome greeted them,   Uncomfortably hot.

Though the Royal Irish Constables   Are not afraid of rain
And bailiffs bear a washing In the hope of drink or gain,
Though they are not unaccustomed To dirty weather, still
They did not like the shower That came tumbling down the mill.
For the atmosphere betokens Scalded shins and broken bones
When it rains down boiling water   And it rains down paving stones.

'They might bear with equanimity A rain of "cats and dogs"
But not of broken bottles And not of heavy logs.
The bobby and the bailiff both Do much respect their skin,
Though they came out much quicker Than they had entered in.
But to prove to all spectators That they were not afraid,
In the yard they executed   A military parade.

And there they marched and countermarched   In measured martial tread,
Though the grand effect was injured By the laughter overhead.
But when they threatened vengeance, And stamped and swore and cursed,
Came the short and stern defiance, "You may go and do your worst"
Till, like that mighty monarch who   Marched up and down the hill,
The bailiffs and the bobbies both, Evacuate the mill.

And long they'll tell the story   Of the milling that they got,
And the dreaded Hurley burley   They encountered on the spot.
By many a peasant fireside   The story will be told,
To make the weak-kneed resolute To make the cowards bold;
Of Saunders' fort and Hurley's mill, Their names will live in rhyme,
Who taught the noble lesson That submission is a crime.
Who held their humble homesteads, With gallant hearts and true,
And set a brave example of    What Irishmen should do.