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I joined an Irish language class a little while ago. They tried to teach me Irish but you know I’m very slow. A fluent Irish speaker I had always longed to be, But this is all the Irish they could hammer into me: Curfá: Ó cad é mar tá tú, how are you? Sin ceart! means that’s right Tá mé go maith, I’m very well And oíche mhaith’s good night Cad é an t-am? means what’s the time Níl a fhios agam! is I don’t know At least that’s what they told me But you know I’m very slow. I met big Eddie McLaughlin in the street the other day, “Cad é mar tá tú ’Éamoinn?” I merrily did say. He blattered away in Irish till my poor heart it was sore. “I’m very sorry Éamonn, but this is all I know: Curfá I faced the adjudicator at the Feis in Ballymun. He asked me twenty questions but I couldn’t answer one. He asked me this and he asked me that and in despair he cried, “Do you know any Irish at all, at all?” and proudly I replied: Curfá Oh! some day soon, with the help of God and a bit of studying too, I’ll pass out for my fáinne, and this is what I’ll do – I’ll have a wee Irish class of my own, and I’ll say ‘Now Éistigí! Fanaigí ciúin, le bhur dtoil, and say this after me: Curfá