Rí na mBréag

marbh

dead

agus ní raibh a fhios agam céard a dhéanfainn

and I didn't know what I would do.

d'oscail mé

I opened.

air le scian a bhí agam adeir sé

"On with a knife I had, he says."

agus chuir mé cloch den choirce isteach ina bholg

and I put a stone of oats into his stomach.

agus d'fhuáil mé arís é

and I sewed it again.

agus thosaigh mé ag séideadh anáil isteach ina chluas í agus bhí mé ag dul dó ná go dtug mé beo arís é

and I started blowing breath into his ear and I was going until I brought him back to life again.

fuair mé i mbainistíocht ansin air adeir sé agus níor stop mé go dtáinig mé abhaile

I got into management then he says and I didn't stop until I came home.

agus chuir muide an coirce

and we sowed the oats.

bhí go maith agus ní raibh go dona

It was good and it was not bad.

ná go dtáinig an fómhar

until the autumn came.

maidin amháin fuair m'athair amach agus dhearc sé uaidh

One morning my father went out and looked away.

agus dúirt sé go raibh an coirce in am a bhainte

and he said that the oats were ready to be harvested.

fuair muid amach ansin ná go d'fhéadfainn ag baint choirce

we found out then that I could be harvesting oats

thug mé féin liom corrán agus thug m'athair corrán leis mo bhean eile léi agus mbóthar

I brought a sickle with me and my father brought a sickle with him, my other wife with her, and the road.