Turas Siar 375 - Pádraic Ó Gionnáin as Cill Ghallagáin, ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam dílis, ag cur síos ar chruinniú mór feilméaraí caorach i gCaisleán an Bharraigh. Máirtín Mac Donnchadha, RnaG, a léirigh an clár.

An lá a thógfas tusa an feilméaraí beag.

The day you take the little farmer..

Amach as doras ná amach as dá luais ná saingean as áit ar bith eile.

Out the door or out of its speed or a wren from anywhere else..

'Sin é.

That's it.

Deireadh

End.

Mháirtín

Martin.

Sea

Yes.

'Sin é tar éis 'chuile áit, an bhfuil sé feilméaraí beaga, a Mháirtín?

That's it after everywhere, are there small farmers, Máirtín?

Sea, an bhfuil sé?

Yes, is he?/is it?

Sé an feilméar beag, sé an feilméar beag agus agus an t-iascaire an rud is buaine a bhí ann i gcaitheamh na gcéadta bliain nach é.

It is the little farmer, it is the little farmer and and the fisherman who were the most enduring thing over the centuries, is it not..

Tú, a Mháirtín, agus tá an ceart ansin.

You, Mháirtín, and you are right there..

mór agat go bhfuil fear éigin ag aontú liom.

Glad that some man is agreeing with me..

Agus is muide a choinnigh scoilteacha foscailte, a Mháirtín, agus is muide a choinnigh an dochtúir agam agus is muide a choinnigh an Vit ann.

And it was us who kept wounds open, Máirtín, and it was us who kept the doctor with me and it was us who kept the Vit there..

Agus is muide a choinnigh fear an chimis dó agus fear an phub.

And it was we who kept the chemist's man for him and the pub man.

Ní fheicfidh tú aon fhear de na buachaillí móra seo istigh sa bpobal, a Mháirtín, ag ól cúpla pionta le caitheamh ar gach phingin do chuid airgid.

You won’t see any man of these big boys inside in the pub, Máirtín, drinking a few pints to spend every penny of your money.

An lá a gheobhas an fear beag an cheic, a Mháirtín.

The day the little man gets the cake, Máirtín..