I got that from seeing the words in a very old book, and also seem to remember talking to Packie about it, though it's hazy in my mind. I know I have seen that word in print from sources that predate computers by decades, for what that's worth. I wish I could remember what Packie said about it. Will ask him when I next speak to him. But it could signify some sort of end-of-day "taps" I suppose, as sounded by buglers.

Packie also talked about the "cricket's singing-stone" they had in the hearth of his boyhood home, and played me an air from his old days in rural Donegal, called the Fire-stone Lullaby, which was along the same theme. I will have to get him to refresh my memory. (Yeh, I know, he's the oldster and I'm supposed to be... well, let's not go there...)