Turas Siar 319 - Cuairt a thug Máirtín Mac Donnchadha ar Mhicí Joe Ó Conghóile, Ros Dumhach.

Agus fadó ariamh

And long, long ago.

Shiúladh siad an iomarca go béal úsáid.

They walked too much to mouth use.

Dhá mhíle agus fiche as áit go

Two thousand and twenty from place to.

Bheadh sí cineál, bheadh sí cineál tanaí faoin am a mbeidís i mbéal an Mhuire, bheadh sí ina cumha dá mbeidís seo déanta amuigh an uair sin.

She would be kind of, she would be kind of thin by the time they would be at the mouth of the Mary, she would be in mourning if these had been done outside at that time..

John

John.

Sea sea.

Yes yes..

Ní raibh aon, ní raibh aon stró.

There was none, there was no hassle..

Ní raibh aon stró orthu 'Sea 'sea, ní ionann agus an Chorráin a bheadh sínte istigh, b'ionann 'Sea, ní raibh.

They had no trouble 'Yes, yes, not like the Sickle that would be stretched inside, it was the same Yes, there wasn't...

Á

Á. Ah.

Ach

But.

Muise, bhí stecket crochtaí suas, a' bhfuil 'fhios a'd, a mharódh í amuigh crochtaí suas scaitheamh beag sa sa beitil, a deir sé, crochtaí suas m'anam, b'fhéidir go raibh sé cineál righin é ach ní thánaí, bhí sé go deas agus an fear ba folláine, ní cheannáin an bord.

Well, there were steaks hanging up, you know, it would kill her to be hanging up outside for a little while in the byre, he says, hanging up my soul, maybe it was kind of tough but not thin, it was nice and the healthiest man, the board didn’t buy..

agus

and.

Neart neart geasa a thabhairt ansin.

A lot of spells to be given then..

M'anam.

My soul..

Deas.

Nice..