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bornbutch · 1 month

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how does that saying go again? kiss me, I’m Irish?

Happy Paddy’s day from mine to yours ☘️

#green geansaí for the day that’s in it #Lá Fhéile Pádraig sona daoibh #butch4femme #butch lesbian #lesbian #my pics

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stairnaheireann · 5 months

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#OTD in 1943 – Death of suffragist, trade unionist and Irish independence activist, Winifred Carney, in Belfast.

Close to the entrance of Milltown Cemetery is a limestone monument which marks the grave of a remarkable woman – Maria Winifred Carney. Winnie was born in Bangor, Co Down, but moved to the Falls Road in Belfast at an early age. She was born into a fairly comfortable family, and was one of seven children. Her mother and father Alfred and Sarah, were estranged, therefore, Sarah, was left to rear…

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anirobot · 1 month

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Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Daoibh!

#lá fhéile pádraig sona daoibh #Iltalehti #Hyvää Pyhän Patrickin Päivää #Iiriksi #Suomeksi #Revontulet #Aurora Borealis #Irlanti #Éire #Soilse thuaidh #as Gaeilge

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aiteanngaelach · 2 months

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got told i pass really well by a girl at the transgender céilí 😭

#transgender céilí=céilí my irish dancer trans friend organised in their place and invited all their trans friends to #happy seachtain na gaeilge #agus lá fhéile pádraig sona daoibh ❤

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sunshineyoujustwait · 1 year

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happy st patrick's day and (hopefully) grand slam weekend to all who celebrate 💚💚💚 🇮🇪

#idk if anyone on here even follows rugby but I - for one- am EXCITED #but anyways #lá fhéile pádraig sona daoibh go léir xx #now its time for drinking

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iihih · 1 year

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Danny Boy sung Acapella by Afro-Irish singer Tolü Makay for St. Patrick's Day 2023

A goosebump-raising rendition of the classic Irish song “Danny Boy” has been released for St Patrick’s Day 2023 as Ireland marks 100 Years in the World. Inspired by Sinead O’Connor’s 1993 version, singer Tolu Makay does the honors. Tolü Makay Sings Danny Boy for Ireland Marking a century of Ireland’s engagement as an active member of the international community in the promotion of democracy,…

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#Danny Boy sung acapella #ireland #Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona daoibh go léir #oh danny boy #st. patrick&039;s day #Tolü Makay #tolu makay sings danny boy

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mrprice-official · 1 month

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Lá fhéile Pádraig sona daoibh!

Happy St Patricks Day!!

#from the aisles of mr price #mr price speaking #st patricks day #hapy st patricks day #ireland #mr price and the irish

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mintyscuriocabinet · 1 month

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Cluiche agere do Lá Fhéile Pádraig!

Lá fhéile Pádraig sona daoibh ón Éireannach is fearr leat! Tá súil agam go mbeidh lá álainn agaibh go léir ☘🇮🇪

Happy St. Patrick's Day from your favorite Irishman! I hope you all have a lovely day ☘🇮🇪

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iobartach · 1 month

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oh, Lá Fhéile Pádraig sona daoibh!

remember it's gaeilge, or irish, not gaelic, and it's paddy's day, not patty's day.

go raibh maith agat.

#ooc #and it's not raining for once! truly a miracle!#i already got called the usual; leprechaun. paddy. etc. lol.#i stg if i see the usual stereotypes getting slapped onto miguel i'll start throwing hands #please save a life and don't do this today. cheers.

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stairnaheireann · 1 year

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#OTD in 1943 – Death of suffragist, trade unionist and Irish independence activist, Winifred Carney, in Belfast.

Close to the entrance of Milltown Cemetery is a limestone monument which marks the grave of a remarkable woman – Maria Winifred Carney. Winnie was born in Bangor, Co Down, but moved to the Falls Road in Belfast at an early age. She was born into a fairly comfortable family, and was one of seven children. Her mother and father Alfred and Sarah, were estranged, therefore, Sarah, was left to rear…

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polysprachig · 1 month

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17.03.2024 | lá fhéile Pádraig sona daoibh and some borderline Merlin fanfiction in Irish ☘️🍄

*Currently learning to record and working on my reader voice—without dropping my mixed accent

Sometimes you plan to do something 4 years ago, then 2, and in the end you do it today. How long I thought it would take to improve my writing and translation skills before moving on to creative reading and how long it actually took differed quite drastically. But as I annotate the polyglot journal I started in 2020 (which is not the book pictured above), it's hard to feel like that's a bad thing, since I gave myself an appropriate amount of time to work on each stage of my projects at my current level without feeling the need to rush on to the next thing.

The audio here is cut from a set of blanket test recordings I made to test out some recording software, which is why it gives she-just-picked-up-the-text-and-started-reading-without-prep-time vibes.

Text in Irish and English below.

English translation shares the original sentiment but at a different register—as was my specific intention in this particular project.

Fadó, fadó chuaigh Merlin go Camelot.

Long before the days of yore and once upon a time Merlin went to Camelot.

Bhuel, shiúil sé chuig an gcathair agus teangacha a bhróg ag longadán anonn is anall agus é ar a bhealach ann.

Walked, rather, the tongues of his boots swaying back and forth as he made his way there.

Ní raibh ann ach stócach bocht thart faoin am sin agus ní raibh a fhios aige cén dóigh marcaíocht ar chapall a dhéanamh, agus ní raibh capall aige fiú!

He was only a young lad at that time and hadn’t the faintest idea how to ride a horse, but fortunately for him, he didn’t own one!

Ba bhuachaill deas is cairdiúil é Merlin. Bhí sé ard tanaí agus bhí gruaig dhubh, súile gorma, agus cluasa móra air.

A nice, friendly boy Merlin was, tall and thin with black hair, blue eyes and sizeable ears.

É sin ráite, níor éist sé le daoine eile ar chor ar bith – agus fadhb i gcroí an scéil seo a bheidh inti sin, déanta na fírinne.

Not that he used them to listen to anyone else – a truth which, I dare say, will be the problem at the heart of this story.

Mar sin féin, ní hionann sin ‘s a rá go raibh sé ag déanamh amaidí gach lá.

Be that as it may, he wasn’t one to make a complete fool of himself either.

Thuig sé rudaí praiticiúla, mar shampla: ná bí i do shuí ar do thóin nuair a bhuaileann tú le díbheargaigh sa choill, ná hól uisce as an áit naofa agus rudaí mar sin.

He knew such practical things as not to sit on his arse when he happened on bandits in the forest, not to drink water from a sacred well and things like that.

Cé gur thuig sé é sin, rinne sé a rogha rud freisin.

Still, Merlin was rather prone to do as he pleased.

Tugadh am crua dó, ach b’fhearrde sé é gan dabht.

It nearly always made his life more difficult, but what great test of character that turned out to be.

Chaith sé éadach glan buanfasach. Éadach donn a bhí i gceist den chuid is mó, ach bhí léine ghorm is scaif dhearg iontach deas aige freisin.

He wore clothes which were clean and durable and mostly brown to my recollection; yet he did have a blue shirt and a wonderfully lovely red scarf as well.

Ní raibh ach mála beag amháin aige chomh maith le pocán fíona, a luasc nuair a ghlac sé gach céim, agus éadach olla áisiúil ar chodail sé air.

With him he carried only a small rucksack, a wineskin which rocked to and fro as he took each step, and a handy, woollen blanket to sleep on.

Bhí sé an-ghaofar nuair a chuaigh Merlin thar na sléibhte ar an mbóthar gainimh, ach mhothaigh sé an ghrian ar a aghaidh. Bhí sé te go leor.

A strong wind blew as Merlin traversed the mountains on the sandy road, but the sun on his face shone warm enough.

Bhí lá breá geallta don lá, rud a rinne radharc an tírdhreacha i bhfad níos áille.

The day was proving, as promised, to be a fine one and that made the view of the landscape even more beautiful.

Bhí féar glas agus rosáin bheaga ag fás taobh le cosán an tsléibhe, crainn ghiúise ina sheasamh ar charraigeacha na n-aillte, sruthanna beaga sneachta ag soilsiú ar cheann an tsléibhe agus néalta geala ag síneadh go bun na spéire.

Green grass and small shrubs grew along the mountain path, fir trees towered on the rocky cliffs, little streams of snow glistened on each mountain peak and bright clouds stretched as far as the eye could see.

Ní fhaca sé Camelot fós agus bhí tinneas cosa air, ach níor chuir sé sin moill air.

He could not yet see Camelot and his feet grew weary, but his pace never slowed.

Le fírinne, bhí an-dúil ag Merlin sa turas mór agus bhí sé sásta, is dócha.

Truth be told, the journey was quite enjoyable for Merlin and he was generally content to be on it.

#happy st patrick's day everyone #its basically a frame by frame description of the first few seconds in ep 1 #with a narrator #langblr #studyblr #mo chuid staidéir #irish #gaeilge

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lurlur · 1 month

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Lá fhéile Pádraig sona daoibh!

#st patricks day #kyle gordon

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ghost--castle · 1 month