ɪɾ ɪz ˈɔːlsoʊ wˈɜːθ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚɹɪŋ ðæt ɪn pɹˈiːkɹˈɪstʃən ˈaɪɚlənd ðə lˈæst dˈeɪz ʌv dʒuːlˈaɪ wɜː ɡɹˈeɪt dˈeɪz ʌv hˈɪl pˈɪlɡɹɪmɪdʒᵻz ænd ðæt tʃˈeɪndʒᵻz ɪnðə kˈæləndɚ mˌaɪt wˈɛl mˈiːn ðæt kˈæhɚmˌiː fˈɛɹ wˈʌns fˈɛl æt ðɪ ˈɛnd, ænd nˌɑːt ɪnðə mˈɪdəl, ʌvðə sˈɛvənθ mˈʌnθ.
It is also worth remembering that in pre-Christian Ireland the last days of July were great days of hill pilgrimages and that changes in the calendar might well mean that Cahirmee Fair once fell at the end, and not in the middle, of the seventh month.