Sean Mac an Bheatha

is cuma liom

I don't mind

"Go gcaithfidh tú cloigeann gabhair a chur ar mo mháthair

"That you have to put a goat's head on my mother

ar maidin

in the morning

ní fhágfaidh mé seo

I will not leave this.

Agus tá stró ar mo chroí

And my heart is heavy

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lá arna...

the day after...

Mac Rí Chonnachta, fuaigh sé amach lá amháin ag fiach

The Son of the King of Connacht went out hunting one day

casadh seanfhear dhó.

and he met an old man.

"An mbeidh cluife cárdaí agad, Mac Rí Chonnachta?"

"Will you play a game of cards, Son of the King of Connacht?"

Goidéard an geall?

What is the bet?

Bhuail Mac Rí Chonnachta an chéad cluife air.

The Son of the King of Connacht bet him in the first game.

casadh dhó aríst é. "Ar chonaic tú sin?" arsa an seanfhear.

he happened to meet him again. "Did you see that?" said the old man.

bhuel

Well

go n-insí mé scéal

until I tell a story