Fragment of translation from "An Bhunán Buidhe" "Twas not for food that you were subdued All in your bloom on a foreign shore, But excessive drought-"druit" beyond dispute So now you're dead and you are no more My wife DOES think that if I should drink Strong beer or whiskey it will me kill But right well I know it is not so, And for that same reason I'll drink my fill There are silly misers and bad advisors Who live in dullness and who cannot see For the want of drink makes their spirits sink So a warning take by the Bhunán Buidhe"An Dothra Bheag