And, says Mr Dixon, if ever he got scent of a cattleraider in Roscommon or the wilds of Connemara or a husbandman in Sligo that was sowing as much as a handful of mustard or a bag of rapeseed out he'd run amok over half the countryside rooting up with his horns whatever was planted and all by lord Harry's orders.
Eta, dio Dixon jaunak, nehoiz usnatzen bazuen behi-lapurren bat Roscommonen edo Connemarako lur basetan edo Sligoko nekezaleren batek landatzen zuela ziape ahurtara bat edo koltza zakukada bat han esetsiko zeikan herrialdearen erdia kurrituz adarrez errotik erauziz erein haziak oro, eta hura guztia Jaun Harryren manuz.