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There is moreover a battle or battlefield and a stiff violent combat and a famous renowned turbulent brave triumphant defeat, and a daring severe unsufferable fight and a sharp wounding heroic cutting and a bloody fierce alert hateful valour, and a swift leaping full brave quick valour, that was between the swift strong people of the potatoes and the dull grasping people of the peas at the Gap of St. Bridget's Cross above Tallaght in the County of Dublin.

In this battle many fell on each side and especially on the side of the gleaners who were reduced to wounded, bloody-shaped corpses by the immeasurable strength, the wisdom, and the unfathomable, native brave cuteness [?] of the warriors of the fair swift courageous spirited big-hearted Spaniards.

And it is no wonder that victory and profit were got by the tribe of charity/almsgiving and of the blessings, i.e. the noble honourable tribe of the potatoes, and no greater wonder that crushing defeat and a breach were got but the people of the grain, i.e. the crafty, deceitful, uncharitable people who wither and grow thin and miserable when they see the happiness and wealth of their neighbours -- malice which has no equal or comparison. Moreover, unlike them in humanity and hospitality are the charitable tribe of the potatoes; for when the gleaner on the one hand will not give his excrement to the dog without payment, on the other hand the potato-man is urging charity and good friendship on the tramps and the poor of God; and my statement will be shown to be true if the two parties are impartially judged. Remember there is little sin and no truth in the writing, and therefore the author's excuse is acceptable; and by doing that you will bind him more firmly in your service.

Your faithful aged servant,

Seán Ó Neachtain.