Tá gach uile fear go lách go dtéadh bó ‘na gharraí

Everyone is nice till the strange cow gets into his garden

Is fearr bothán agus bainne gabhair ná caisleán duine eile

Better one’s cabin and goat’s milk than another’s castle

Is fearr aon ghaoth fortúin amháin ná do mbeifeá ag briseadh do chroí go deo

Better is one blast of fortune than if you were breaking your heart forever

Is fearr imreas na huaigneas

Contention is better than solitude

Please note that some are outdated and may be offensive, but are presented here for historical consideration

Please note that some are outdated and may be offensive, but are presented here for historical consideration

Níl gaol ag aoinne le duine bocht

The poor have no relations

Duine gan dinéar beirt gan suipéar

A man without dinner is two for supper

Fiche bliain ar teacht, fiche bliain ar stá, fiche bliain ar meath, agus fiche bliain gur chuma ann nó as

Twenty years growing, twenty blowing, twenty going, and twenty neither in nor out of it

This is the mystic language heard of old,

In ancient Éirinn, when the enchanted Sí

Danced to weird music over glen and lea:

When Oisín’s born awakened bill and wold.

Nestled amidst the verdant expanse of the Gagetown plateau, bordered by the majestic Wolastoq (Saint John River) on its northern and eastern fringes, lay a landscape teeming with stories of resilience, heritage, and loss.

Anocht táim im’ shuí ar an dtráigh mar fadó, do shuíos-sa le grá geal mo chroí

Tonight I am sitting on the beach as long ago, when I sat with the bright love of my heart

The primeval language of man, of which the Keltic is a dialect, brings us back to the period before the human family had emigrated from the first home wherein they had settled.

A linbh bán dheas, my bright-haired child,

Sleep, sweetly sleep, oh, the white lamb mild

Bhí obair mhór ag dul ar aghaidh sa ghleann seo agus bhí shliocht air.

There was big work going on in this valley and there was the mark of it.

I had long been endeavouring to secure some folklore and old stories from the [Wolastoqiyik], who dwell along the Saint John [Wolastoq] and other inland rivers in New Brunswick…

Spent the last three months mar dúras thuas go fíor pléisiúrtha. The best things were the shooting, the skating and the parties. I shot 11 woodcock one day to my own fun, and went on many expeditions with a Mr Iverton, an Englishman who was a banker & is an officer now.

Is dubhach a bhíonn gach oíche is ló, óchón! mo bhrón!

Ag smaoineadh ar na bearta crua, óchón! mo bhrón!

Gloomy is every night and day, alas! my sorrow!

Thinking on the hard actions, alas! my sorrow!

Displaying the Irish language manuscript collection of Edward Murphy, Montréal, Québec

Figure Name Sound

Aa Ailm a

Bb Beith b

Cc Coll, Ceith k