Turas Siar 376 - Pádraic S. Ó Murchú as an gCartúr agus Máirtín Mac Donnchadha, RnaG: púnáilte, basctha, ponntáin, giobóg, "Na Trí . . . ".

Agus bhíodh na tonnaí

And the waves used to be.

An t-uafás acu sin ag dul thart.

A lot of them going around..

Sea. Céard faoi na trinní is measa go tháilliúr?

Yes. What about the worst suits a tailor makes?

Is maith liom an ceann seo anois, níor chuala mé cheana é.

I like this one now, I haven't heard it before.

Níor chuala tusa iad.

You didn't hear them.

Na trí ní is measa go tháilliúir siosúr géar.

The three worst things for a tailor are sharp scissors.

Bréidín gann.

Scarce bread.

Agus fear gan chiall a scaoileadh ina cheann.

And a foolish man let it into his head...

Sa súil géar le an faitíos a ngearrfadh sé fhéin agus an bréidín a bheag ann ní bheadh aon bhuille oibre aige agus bheadh sé chomh dona céanna ansin le fear gan mórán céille a scaoileadh i mbun i mbun an tosúir ná i mbun an bhréid bhréidín.

In the sharp expectation that he himself and the little cloth would be cut, he would have no stroke of work done, and he would be just as bad then as a man without much sense let loose at the start or at the little cloth.

Na trí níos measa go háirithe.

The three worst especially..

Go háirithe mura ngabhfadh an bríste sin b'fhéidir suas le

Especially if those trousers perhaps wouldn't fit up.

Níor dhúirt sé.

He did not say..

Ní chomh fada le bás.

Not as far as death..

Giortach go maith síos ar na másaí, triúr nach bhfuil aon mhaith iontu nuair a bhíonn siad sean.

Tightly down on the buttocks, three that are of no use when they are old.

Máistir: Níl a fhios agam cén níl a fhios agam baileach anois céard atá tá seans go bhfuil scéal taobh thoir de chuile cheann acu seo máistir scoile.

Master: I don't know what I don't know exactly now what is—there's a chance there's a story to the east of each one of these, schoolmaster...