At the sunrise-line on Tralee only a handful of people were awake.
"Ay, but there's no law west of Tralee," Uncle Ulick retorted.
That officer knew that something was coming out from Tralee.
Notwithstanding which it was late in the afternoon when they approached the town of Tralee.
What though his nose was red and his legs creaked, Tralee is no longer worth visiting, because Tim is not there.
The people of Tralee surrendered, but they didn't realize what they were getting into.
He'd gone into exile with his uncle when that unhappily reasonable man let Tralee surrender rather than be bombed to depopulation.
She loved inconsequent laughter, and never heard it at Tralee.
Out at Tralee there's as beautiful a little lady as you'd want to see.
He wanted an excuse to visit Tralee and see its mistress with his own eyes.