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’S nach é an pastime a bhíodh fadó againn ná ag breathnú ar na báid,Muid ag obair amuigh sna garrantaí nó ina suí ar na cnocáin, Bhí báid bheaga agus báid mhóra ann, gleoiteogaí is púcáin, Ach níl tada inniu le feiceáil againn ach na caltaí a mbídís ann.
’S bhíodh báid go leor sna cuanta ann, is ní bréag ná magadh é a rá, Bhí siad réitithe agus cóirithe is in ann seoladh in aghaidh an drochlá, Bhíodh na saortha ag an am céanna is iad ag déanamh freastal dhóibh, ’S bhíodh go leor acu i gcónaí ag coinneáil móin le Árainn Mhór.
’S ní raibh leisce ná pianta cnámha ar na bádóirí fadó, Ní raibh faitíos roimh an sclábhaíocht orthu ná rud ar bith dhá shórt, Bhí spreacadh i gcois is lámh leo is, a Dhia dhílis, níorbh fholáir dhóibh, Mar ní raibh an pinsean caoch le fáil acu, ná leathphínn rua den dole.
’S nach n-aithneoinnse an dea-bhádóir ar an deic ina bhád mór, Ag rífeáil leis na láinnéir nó go hard ag ardú an tseoil, Le ancairí agus cáblaí ins gach áit ar fheil sé dhó, ’S go raibh togha na bhfear taobh thiar inti ar an stiúir is é dhá gabháil.
’S dhá ndéarfaí linn sa tseanaimsir go mbeadh na báid chomh gann, Séard a déarfadh na seandaoine nach mbeadh a malairt ann, Ach cuireadh lorries ar na bóithrí agus chaill na báid an trácht, ’S beidh na lorries arís choíchin ann mura n-éireoidh an peitreal gann.
Is dhá gcastaí síos go Gaillimh thú nó isteach don bhaile mór, Bheadh deoch le fáil in aisce agat is thú a thabhairt ag teach an óil, Ó, thosódh an sárú is gaisce ansin faoin mbád ab fhearr a sheol, Is nach hin é an caitheamh aimsire a bhíodh ag bádóirí fadó.
’Gus séard a dúirt Naomh Peadar faoi na bádóirí a fuair bás, ‘Ó, osclóidh mé na geataí dhaoibh mar is ar mo láimh atá, Ó, caithigí amach an t-ancaire nach dtarraingeofar go brách, ’S beidh bia agus deoch ar neamh agaibh mar gheall ar bhur ndeacháil.’
’S a raibh dhe bhádóirí taobh thiar den chuan, ba iad mo ghaolta iad is mo dhream, I dtaobh athar agus máthar, nár moladh leo an barr, Bhí Micil Pháidín ar dhuine acu a raibh a cháil i bhfad is i ngearr, Is Joe Mhaidín a bhí istigh i bhFínis nár buaileadh ariamh lá geall.
’S mo bheannachtsa go hÉirinn, leis na bádóirí is na báid, Mar anseo i Londain Shasana tá an t-am ag éirí gearr, Ach bhain togha na saortha fadó liom, lucht cainte agus lucht óil, Is, ar ndóigh, togha fir farraige, le gleoiteogaí is bád mór.
And that is the pastime that long 'We do not look at the boats, We work out in garrantaí or sitting on the hills, had small boats and larger boats there, gleoiteogaí most púcáin, But there is nothing today we see only the caltaí that were kept there.
And used boats many in the harbors there is no lie or ridicule is to say, they were prepared and dressed in an address a bad day, used the freed at the same time they do meet them, and there has been always keeping their turf with Arranmore.
And did not hesitate or pains bones of the sailors in the past, did not fear slavery them than anything two types, was vigor sail a hand with them, God true, would need them, as did the pension blind with access to, or red leathphínn the dole .
And not aithneoinnse good boatmen on the deck of a boat must, at rífeáil with lanyards or high rise the-operational, Le anchors and cables in every place on the feast it twice, and that was the best of men behind her the two lED is attached.
And two told us in done before that the boats as rare, consisted would say the old people would not be an alternative, But put lorries on the road, and missed the boat traffic, and will the lorries again choíchin of not succeed petrol scarce.
Two turns down to Galway you or in the town, would drink available free on you that you give at home drinking, From, commencing the breach is heroic then by boat preferred to sail, is not exactly the the wearing former boatmen time ago.
And fly on said St. Peter of the sailors who died, 'Oh, I open the gates Evening! As my hand is, Oh, not throw out the anchor not withdrawn forever, and will have food and drink heaven of you as because of your ndeacháil. '
And had him boatmen behind the harbor, were my relatives that my people, I as father and mother, not praise them the top, was Micil Pháidín one of them had a reputation far-reaching, is Joe morning had not beaten bhFínis inside in almost ever day.
And my bheannachtsa to Ireland, with the sailors that the boats, as here in London England is the time is getting short, But concerning the election of the freed past me, people talk and people drinking, is, of course, elected men sea, with a large boat gleoiteogaí.
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