So we turned into Barney Kiernan's and there, sure enough, was the citizen up in the corner having a great confab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he waiting for what the sky would drop in the way of drink.
Hala, Barney Kiernan's-era sartu ginen, eta Herritarra, noski, han zegoen, txokoan bere kruiskeen lawnarekin, eta sekulako berriketa-saioan bere buruarekin eta Garryowen zakur aluarekin, hantxe zain, edari-kontuan zerutik zer eroriko.