This is an account of an American Wake by Séamus Mac Grianna from Donegal. At this time of year with so many descendants of Irish people celebrating their Irishness around the world, I found it very moving. So I decided to translate as much of it as I could to show you all how it used to be in Ireland in the days when there was no coming back once you left.

http://www.geocities.com/ogrennan/wake1.doc

Bíodh lá sona agaibh pé áit ina bhfuil sibh.

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http://www.geocities.com/ogrennan/wake.html

Sorry, that link doesn't work but this one does:

http://www.geocities.com/ogrennan/wake.html

Oliver
Go raibh maith agat! I very much enjoyed reading this account. It was especially poignant for me as I learned mo Ghaeilge in Loch an Iúir ( 5 miles from Rann na Feirste.)
I returned there last summer on holiday, so can picture all the places spoken about in this account. This part of Ireland is an amazingly breathtaking part of the world. Mind you, I am a bit biased since I hail from Cuige Ulaidh.
Siobhán