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Is anois, a Phádraic Dharach, mo bheannacht leat go bráchMar níl sé i gConamara inniu aon fhear a thógfadh t’áit, Nach mór an spóirt san oileán seo do leithéid a bheith ann Mar is tú a fuair an chéad phower-engine taobh istigh d’Eanach Mheáin.
Nuair a tháinig eangachaí na liamhán amach, ba tú an chéad fhear a fuair ceann, Ní raibh ort ach an rud a fheiceáil mar bhí an mheabhair in do cheann, Mar ba mhaith an fear sa ngarraí thú, sa gcladach is i chuile áit, Ní raibh suim ar bith sa gcostas agat ach cé aige a bheadh an geall.
Thug tú bád as Ros Muc a bhí fadó ag ritheacht geall, Ó, réitigh tusa amach í ón mbun go dtí an barr, Chuir tú craiceann agus cíle uirthi, an posta agus an bogha, Is ní dhéanfadh mac Mháire Ní Mhéara é blas ar bith níos fearr.
’S an lá a bhí rástaí i gCuigéal bhí báid ann as chuile áit, Bhí triomach agus stoirm ann, bhí ceol ann is rírá, Ag dul siar ag Oileán Fhoirnéise, bhí sé ’un tosaigh ar chuile bhád, Bhí sé ag ól istigh tigh Antaine sular chríochnaigh an darna ceann.
Ó, casadh fear an lá cheana orm ’s mé ar mo bhealach go Leitir Móir, Ó, d’fhiafraigh mé ag an teach é go mbeadh seachtain againn ag ól, Bhí aithne mhaith agam air fadó nuair a bhí sé ina fhear óg, Is dhá n-ólfadh sé an catha orm, is ní bhainfinn aon phingin dhe.
’S anois ó thosaigh na ceoltóirí is nuair a thiocfas an lá breá, Beidh an ceol agus spraoi tigh Antaine againn, an té a thogrós a dhul ann, Beidh duaiseanna le buachtáil ar na fir agus ar na mná ’S beidh báidín Phádraic Dharach ann nó is dona a bheas an lá.
And now, to Patrick, Oak, you my blessing forever As in Connemara today is not any man would take t'áit, What a sport in this island for such existence As you got the first phower-engine inside of Annaghvaan.
When a eangachaí the sharks out, were you the first man who received one, did not you just the thing to see as was the crazy in your head, as would the man in the garden you are, the shore is in every place, not any interested in you cost but how he would bet.
You brought a boat from Ros Muc was past running and bet, Oh, casting you out is from the bottom to the top, you added skin and keel it, the married and the bow, is not made ??by the son of Mary not Mayor taste any better.
And the day was rástaí in gCuigéal boats were there from everywhere, was drought and storm there was music there RíRá, Dating back to Island Fhoirnéise, it was' un front of each boat, was drinking inside the house of Anthony completed before the second one.
Oh, man met me the other day and I'm on my way to Lettermore, Oh, I asked the house we would drink a week, was well known to me long ago when he was a young man, is two he would drink their battlefield me, that I would not a penny of it.
And since the start of the musicians when will come the day perfectly, will the music and play house Antony We whoever discretion to go there, with prizes to buachtáil of men and women and will báidín Patrick Dharach there or bad to be the day.
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