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

Nach deas a bheith ag breathnú as an baile ghrásta?

Isn't it nice to be looking out from the blessed home?

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Ach anois tá stoirm níos measa, tá sé séideach lá.

But now there is a worse storm, it is a windy day..

Tá sé ríomh amach a bhí as is gan aon fhios cén fáth.

It is calculated out that it was gone and with no idea why..

Níl fear ar bith ar an halla domhan Dan díobháil.

There is no man in the whole world who can harm Dan.

Meas tú, a mheoin, deireadh?

Do you think, mind, the end?

Ba bhaile beag rás nua.

It was a small new town..

Tá súil Roinn na nGrásta agam.

I have the eye of the Department of Graces.

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Go mbeidh gaoth aniar na té.

May the west wind be at your back.

Go dtiocfaidh na daoine óg ar ais chuirfeadh deireadh leis an gcuan.

That the young people would return would put an end to the harbour.

Ins na céadta beaga ar nós baile grá nua.

In the little hundreds like a new love town..

Cén chaoi a bhfuil tú ag coinneáil, a Mhicí Joe, ar aon nós?

How are you keeping, Mikey Joe, anyway?