"An Ridire Gaisce."
Athbhreithniú: Seán Mac hÉil of Muiceanach, Co. Mayo, reciting the story "An Ridire Gaisce." https://digital.library.universityofgalway.ie/p/ms/asset/128163
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Seán Mac hÉil is mentioned in the description as the speaker from Muiceanach, Co. Mayo.
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Gearradh a bhí sé ar an oíche nuair a tháinig sé, fear thar cionn iad, drochshláinte an ciotóg agus a gcuid béil ina dheas báite an chéad sraith a rugadh sé rinne sé dhá chéad déag dubh.
It was sharp on the night when he came, an outstanding man they were, the left-hander’s poor health and their mouths drowned to the right the first row he was born he made two hundred and twelve black..
I bhfad ó Dia is Muire deirid ar an gcaisce dá dtiocfá níos túisce ní raibh sé feiceálach déirigh sé ag dul féin farasbé an méid sin farasbéal seanfhear eile é.
Far from God and Mary, they say, on Easter if you had come earlier it was not noticeable, he began to go himself, moreover that much, moreover another old man he is...
Nuair a tháinig gabhairín rí cara
When the little goat of the king's friend came.
Agus na foirne bainte ag bun an liobair agus tá barr an liobair macánta céad croith a rinne sé agus é féin.
And the teams removed at the bottom of the butter churn and the top of the butter churn is honest, the first shake he made and himself...
Creidim go dtí na gasúir go léir fanacht léi sin fanacht lena chúig déag ar fhaitíos.
I believe that all the boys should wait for her, wait for her fifteen, just in case..
Gan dabht, a deir sé, a thiocfas dímharaithe.
Without a doubt, he says, it will come of itself...
Shuigh sé síos agus uair go deimhin nuair a tháinig sé cailleadh Dia.
He sat down and indeed an hour later when he came, God had died.
D'fheiceann sé saol gnách ag an fheiceann sé tada idir Google haon agus a deich.
He sees an ordinary life as he sees nothing between Google one and ten.
Bhí teach cladaigh de chaidreamh as an tóin thiar.
There was a seaside house of connection from the far west.
Dhéanfadh a heaslaí boladh hisce Dhéanadh an talamh agus rubair an t-uisce in éacht Iarraidh na ceann mar sceapóga na lá.
Her joints would smell of whiskey The ground would make the water smell of earth and rubber Trying to catch them like splinters of the day...
Murach déarfaidh muid ar an gcait ná murach an caiteach.
If not, we will say about the cat or if not about the spending.
Chuile rud ar an gcairt leat féin adeir sí nach fada ó bhaile tháinig tú le do bhád.
Everything on the cart with you, she says, shows that you haven’t come far from home with your boat.