"An Ridire Gaisce."

Bricfeasta atá tú aerú, adeir an fear agam.

You are breakfasting, says my man.

Tá giota briosca leitín agus cupán tí, sin é Muire cás againne.

There’s a piece of bread and butter and a cup of tea, that’s our situation.

Dealbh aige sin go léann anuas ar bhodh caiteann daoine.

A statue of his that looks down on the way people behave.

Nuair a bhí sin caite aige tá Wivers ann adeir sé Chumann na nGailf tarna diabhail.

When he had finished that, Wivers is there, he says, "The Golf Club, second devils..."

Áit ar bith a bhfuil muid ag dul le céad go leith bliain níos faide nó tá codán spóirt ó tá deireadh ag iarraidh fuar déirigh liom.

Anywhere we are going for a hundred and fifty years longer or there is a fraction of sport since the end trying to get cold I managed..

Faigh sé amach, thabharfadh sé gliomaigh caite le cnocair is mó greamaigh Caitlín ar dhá chuid is mó.

Find it out, he would bring worn lobsters with a knocker and Caitlín would stick most to two parts..

Nó go bhfaca ag tíocht é ó Dia.

Or that I saw it coming from God..

Tá gaiscíoch Háille ag tíocht ó mo thaobh.

A handsome hero is coming from my side.

Is linne a choinneoidh sé, is airde muid é má théann sé ina n-aghaidh, is cuma dhúinne.

It is ours he will keep, we are higher if he goes against them, it doesn’t matter to us.

Go dtáinig sé suas leo gur labhair siad le chéile mar labhair ins na Piaras mhillteanacha faisteanacha a bhíodh acu ins an am sin.

It came to them that they spoke together as they spoke in the ruined, fashionable parlors they used to have at that time.

D'fhiafraigh siad dom go díreach Gaillimh cén taobh a bhí sé ag dul chonaic muid, a deir sé, ag dul ina n-aghaidh sibh uilig.

They asked me directly in Galway which way he was going, we saw, he says, going against all of you.

D'éirigh as a chúnamh dhuit, adeir siad, gach aon duine deiridh ar an gcaillte a bheadh ní

He gave up helping you, they say; every last person would be lost without it.

Ní bhuailfear aon bhuille inniu, adeir sé, ina aghaidh sin ar chuma ar bith.

No blow will be struck today, he says, against that in any way.

Tá sé ró domhainí, tá sé ró domhain, tá sé rímhargódh toirní fágtha, bheadh ceann ar bith i bhfolach tuaithe ach ag a haon éadan diomlán marbh.

It is too deep, it is too deep, there is a thunderous argument left, any head would be hidden in the countryside but at its one face completely dead..

Beidh a fhios agam céard atá ag teacht ar dhá nóiméad dhó.

I will know what is coming in two minutes for him.