Turas Siar 158 - Máire Uí Chaoimh as an gCloich Mhóir, Acaill, ag caint le Máirtín Mac Donnchadha faoi Bhríd Mhic Confhaola, filíocht ‘Seán agus An Bás’

Bhuel, ar Dhroichead Luimnigh casadh an bás orm ina gadaí gránna is a chúl le claí.

Well, on Limerick Bridge, death met me as an ugly thief with his back to the hedge.

Rith sé i Maice is chroith sé lámh liom.

He ran in Maice and shook hands with me.

Is dúirt, a Phádraig.

And said, Patrick..

Conas atá?

How are you?

Cladaithe anois.

Now beached.

Tá mé breoite lá de mo chnámha.

I am sick to the bone.

Ó shníomh mé an mála atá ag dul trí mo thaobh,

Since I spun the bag that is going through my side,.

An an an gadaí gránna sin?

Is that that ugly thief?

Leag Harad é is gluais mar cháth liom.

Harad knocked it down and move as dust with me.

Go gleann íle aoibhinn álainn ina bhfuil gach éan.

To a delightful beautiful valley where every bird is.

Is Pádraig

It is Pádraig.

Impí ort.

Beg you.

Thá gadaí gránna.

Ugly thief.

Tabhair do na spás go ceann dhá mhí.

Give the space for two months.

Go dtí go mbeidh

Until.