Aingle na dTrí Sciathán

‘Cén sórt aingle iad sin?’ a dúirt sé.

"What sort of angels are they?" said he.

‘Bhuel, sin iad na páistí’ a dúirt sí

'well those are the children' she said

"an fear a fhaghanns bás gan bhaisteadh"

"of the man who dies unbaptized"

‘ Agus cén seort aingle,’ a duirt sé, ‘ aingle an da sciathan? ’

And what sort of angels are the two-winged angels?’ said he.

‘Sin iad na haingle cearta’, a dúirt sí, ‘a bhíonns baistithe agus a fhaghanns bás'

'Those are the real angels,’ said she, ‘ the ones who die after baptism'

a théanns thríd thaobh na lámha nach mbíonn aon pheaca orthu

that pass through the hands without any sin

agus a chuirtear go deas cliste ins an teampall.

and are buried neat and proper in the graveyard.

Sin iad aingle an dá sciathán.

Those are the angels of the two wings

Ach iad seo a fhaghanns bás agus a théanns ins an gCró Dorcha,

But these ones that die and go to Limbo

tá trí sciathán orthu

they have three wings

agus tá siad ag imeacht ag feitheamh ar fhuascailt i gcónaí ‘gcónaí.

and they are wandering, waiting for redemption forever

Agus ná dean sin’ a dúirt sí ‘arís, a fhear chéile,

"And don't do that again", she said, "my husband"

fhad is bheas tú ar urlár an tí seo.”

as long as you are in this house [lit: on the floor of this house]

mhoithigh mé an scéal sin go minic

I often heard this story