An Phéacach (bó bhradaigh) 1 If you go to Achill Take the phéacach home with you in the boat This is the wish I put on her Never to return to this quarter. 'Twas she left me without a stitch of clothes Nor a stocking on my foot She chewed the loom as well as the thread that was 'round it. 11 (Freagra) I will not let the Phéacach to Achill As long as I live, For it is there all my relations are And all that are alive belonging to me. There are shining blankets And tweeds plentiful in the place, And let themselves keep them When they were'nt able to colour the thread.Dylan Ivers