An giorria ar bhord an tsléibhe

Hard nár fhéad mise é a fheiceáil bhí sé faoin mBéarla failliú ormsa.

It's a pity that I couldn't see it, it was under English, a failing on my part.

Agus níor fhéad mise ceann ach tháinig beirt an aici.

And I couldn't get one but two came to her..

Chuaigh mé síos le hálainn cosach.

I went down with a beautiful leggy one..

chuóta mé thart ins an áit ar shíl mé an mbeadh sé fiche cheithre míle fiche uaim.

I circled around the place where I thought it might be twenty-four miles twenty from me.

Chroch sé a chloigeann.

He hung his head.

Chonaic sé mé, chuaigh sé dhó léim thoir anall.

He saw me, he went for it, leaping back and forth.

Ní raibh mise sách láidir.

I was not strong enough.

Ná

No.

Daidí dhá bharr.

Daddy on top..

B'éigean liom an leabhar a shiúl go raibh mé fliuch faisean acu.

I had to walk with the book until I was soaking wet with them.

Tháinig mise ar ais arís.

I came back again.

Cnoc i ndiaidh a dhíolann nuair a théimse trasna na habhann.

A hill after it is sold when I go across the river.

Ina Shamhna

In November.

Abair now thabharfaí sórt faoin léim níos a hadmháil.

Say now that a sort would be given about admitting the jump more..

Ag siúl aníos ina dhiaidh.

Walking up after him..