Leabhar é seo faoi dhuine de na daoine ba shuimiúla na hÉireann nuair a bhí sé páirteach i reabhlóid Éire Óg sa bhliain 1848 agus faoina shaol sna Stáit Aontaithe agus i gCeanada ina dhiaidh sin.

This is a book about one of the most interesting Irish persons who took part in the Young Ireland revolution in the year 1848 and about his life in the United States and in Canada following that.

It is safe to say that at no point in the almost half a millennium of Irish history in Canada has there been a time when the Irish language was not heard somewhere across the country, even if only through individual, isolated speakers.

Ar mo theanga a scaoilim, ag síneadh, múscailt, ‘s ag spré

Radharc nua sinsearach, soilseach, saoithiúil is spéireach

On my language I let loose, stretching, awakening, spreading

A new ancestral view, luminous, humorous and beautiful

Feiceann Liam Mac Fhlannchadha lena shúile féin drochshaol na ndaoine i lár an naoú céad déag. Tá an chumhacht ag na tiarnaí talún, agus caitear amach ar thaobh an bhóthair aon duine nach ngéilleann dóibh.

Liam Mac Fhlannchadha sees with his oen eyes the poverty of the people in the middle of the nineteenth century. The power is held by the landlords, and anyone who does not submit to them is thrown out on the side of the road.

Nóiméad ina dhiaidh sin, lig an Cearbhallach liú as. Osclaíodh doras na cistine de phléasc agus réab slua fear isteach, a gcleitheanna in airde, agus thug siad faoin seanfhear is an tseanbhean a bhualadh go fíochmhar.

A minute after that, Ó Cearbhaill let out a shout. The door of the kitchen opened with an explosion and a crowd of people pushed in, their clubs raised, and they laid into violently beating the old man and the old woman.

The ‘Valley brogue’ was seen as non-standard and not recognized for the treasure it is, with the first academic study published in 1981.

Is cathair dhonn-rua í Toronto agus sí ina luí i lár gháirdín Cheanada…An chéad rud a bhuaileann tú agus tú ag taisteal trí bhailte Cheanada is ea go bhfuil beagnach gach aon teach agus gach aon áras eile déanta d’adhmad.

Toronto is a reddy-brown city, and lies in the garden of Canada… The first thing that strikes you and you are travelling through Canadian towns is that almost every single house and every other building is made of wood.

Is iomaí eachtraí a tharla i saol an duine. Eachtraí grinn go mór mór arae is deacair iad go léir do choimhéad id cheann, agus is fiú iad a theacht i machnamh agus scéal éigin uait.

It is many adventures that happen in a person’s life. Funny adventures for the greatest part but it is difficult to keep them all in your head, and they are worth reflecting on and telling about in some stories.

Tamall ó shin agus mé ag obair chomh tapaidh is féidir mo chéad lón d’fháil, an t-ailtín do ghlanadh, an lón do ghearradh, agus an drámh do chuir i mála, ní raibh ach deich neomaití liom an obair go léir do dhéanamh.

A while ago I was working as fast as I could to get my breakfast, to clean things up, to prepare the lunch, and to put the garbage in a bag, and I didn’t have but ten minutes in which to do all the work.

Is minic a téann sruth beatha an duine ar an gclé aige, go mór mór ar tráthnóna fada Dé Domhnaigh. Ba mhaith liom an tráthnóna sin.

It’s often that the stream of a person’s life goes astray, for the most part on a long Sunday afternoon. I would like that afternoon.

Lá dá raibh i lár na geimhridh bhí baisteadh mhór Mhennonite ann i n-aice le Baile Stouffer.

One day in the middle of winter there was a great baptism of Mennonites next to Stouffville.

Nuair a bhí mé im' ghearrcaile san tsráidbhaile úd Baile Stouffer, bhí fear ann darb' ainm Liam MacCoisir.

When I was a little girl in the small town of Stouffville, there was a man by the name of Liam MacCoisir.