The Gaelic version
Dia Dhuit gach duine! Taimuid go leir anseo Lord Nelson. Ta atmasfear leictreach agus a lan craic ann! Inniu, d’fhagamar Weymouth agus thosaimor ag seoltoireact go dti Cherbourg. Bhiomar ag obair go dian dicheallach ach anois taimid tuirseach traochta! Casamar amach trasna an dtaobh mar bhi na dunta comh garbh sin ach beidh biseach orainn amarach nuair a scriocfamid An Fhrainc!Ta muid ar bhuin na muice!
Slan le gra o na cailini Eireannach ar Lord Nelson.
The ‘rather’ English translation
Greetings! Today we find ourselves upon the good ship, the Lord Nelson. The ambiance on board is quite simply spiffing and there is a rather jolly good time to be had by all. We took our leave from Weymouth on the forenoon, and made passage with an eye for landfall in Cherbourg on the morrow. We’re applying ourselves with aplomb, and hitherto where we were full of the pomp and vigour of the day, we retired to our bed chambers to indulge in listless recumbency. Having briefly engaged in the temporary redecoration of the vessel’s freeboard, one is optimistic that conditions within the Dukedom of Normandy will assuage our affliction. Having reached the vertebral zenith of the porcine entity, we absolutely wholeheartedly do indeed concur that all is well.
Indubitably, the fair maidens of the Emerald Isle.
In other words...
Set sail from Weighmuff, puked, slept, puked some more, pulled rope, ate, survived, hope to arrive France tomorrow. J
The Irish Girls (A.K.A. De Mots)