The day that’s been innit I’ve been checking out GOOGLE TRANSLATE from the Irish into Sacs-Beurla (the Twitter/Jargon of the Saxons).
Beidh Eire fos ag Cait ni Dhuibhir = Ah cats will still not load Dwyer.
Pog mo thon = Kiss my tone.
Tiocfaidh ar la = Come on la.
Is oscailteach failteach an ait sin Eire = The place is so welcoming frank encumbrance.
Ba gnath me siul le chuis na habhann = I was usual to the cause of the river walk.
Is binn beal ina dtost = Silent mouth is sweet.
Aithnionn ciarog ciarog eile = It takes one to know one.
Go deo deo aris ni raghaidh go Caiseal = Forever forever not tending to Caiseal.
Cad a dheanfaimid feasta gan adhmad = What will we do without wood.
Aoibhinn bheith ar Bhin Eadair = Loves being on Howth.
Briseann an duchas tri shuile an chait = Nature breaks out through the cat’s eyes.
An un-parliamentary expression in English was renderd into Erse by Google. Bata e suas do asal: Martina’s serenade.
The common view I have heard was that she let herself down.
You can get away with that at home, but when you go to another country, you are an ambassador for Ireland and that language was not worthy representation.
She’s a British MEP. She is letting the British down.
Curiously Donal, GT gives us ‘the queen Crabh’ for something which, in the first national language actually reads ‘Fuck the queen’.