Bhí anseo fadó san ám a mbíodh daoine a’ déana’ ceirde as marú róinte. Ach ar an mbaile seo a bhfuil muid ann anois, san Áird Mhóir, mharaíodar dhá rón óga amuigh i gCarraig na Meacan agus bhíodh siad ag éisteacht leis an dá rón ag caoineachán na róintí óga, agus séard a deireadh an dá rón;
“Ó, nach mairg ariamh tháinig dhon tír
Ag ithe na ndaoine i leaba na feola.
Níl a’m le fáil ach boisín Shaibhín agus coisín Mhóirín.”
People made a living killing seals around here long ago. But in this town where we are now, in Ardmore, they killed two young seals out in Carraig na Meacan and they could hear the two seals lamenting the young seals, and what they said was;
“Oh isn’t it a pity they ever came ashore
To end their days eaten by people
All that’s left is Saibhín’s little hand and Móirín’s little foot.”