A farmer living on the outskirts of Mullingar during its infamous Fleadh Cheoil
rambled home late at night and discovered two youths sleeping in a shed behind
his pig-sty. Being a kindly soul, he did not disturb them and when he arose next
morning he decided to bring the pair out some breakfast.
'I was going to apologise to them about the smell of the pigs,' he said as he
related the story afterwards. Then he added, 'when I saw the dirt of the pair
I went in and apologised to the pigs.'