Turas Siar 259: - Pap: Stair áitiúl srl

Right bhí cineál scaipeadh.

Right, there was a kind of scattering...

ANOIS

NOW.

Seo

Here.

Tuirseach air.

Tired of it..

Á í.

Oh her..

Mar a bhíodh na seandaoiní dó dhíol sa tsean fadó.

As the old people used to say in the old days...

Suas go dtí lár

Up to the middle.

Dhéag seo a caitheadh.

This twelve was spent..

Bhí siad dhá dhéanamh.

They were doing it.

Bhí sí déanta as clocha.

She was made of stones.

Agus ní raibh mórán ceird ag baint léi.

And there wasn't much skill involved with it.

Mhórchathaoir

Armchair.

A leagan arís leis na sliogáin.

Laying again with the shells..

Thógáil amach aisti.

Take it out of her.

Bhí sí déanta le balla singil.

It was made with a single wall.