Hey,
I am in a medieval re-enactment group. One of my friends is an incredible “maker of things”. He makes everything himself! His clothing, his tent, his armour… even his own boots!
Anyway, he got an award recently for being such an incredibly skilled man. The award carries the title “Master”… as in master craftsman sort of thing.
How would you say “Master” in Gaelic?
Thanks guys!
-Derek-
Our 10 year old resident gaelgeoir threw up ‘maistir’ with a fada on the a that I couldn’t find on the keyboard. 
Peter, like this?
Maistír
more likely like this: máistir
These fine folks will answer any questions you might have about the Irish form of Gaelic.
http://www.irishgaelictranslator.com/translation/
Ok smarty pants how do you say this in English?
Bithidh an raon rair a tuileachadh le feur u’r
is an raineach a’ luasgadh
mar fhea main anas an t-su’main
Bithidh siuil gheala nan sgitheach
air an togail ris a’ ghaoith…
i guess i’m better in the gammon, but i lost some of it as well,
i haven’t set foot in ireland for 14 years, but i’m going back next week!
All the gaelic I know I learned from hearing Groundskeeper Willie on the Simpsons.
I think the translation is “silk- drawer- wearing buttercup”. I don’t know if I spelled that right or not. And I’m not sure how it’s pronounced.
“Who lives in a pineapple under the sea…”
Well, it’s Scottish Gaelic for one thing…Are you sure you’re spelling all the words right? Some of 'em look a bit quare. Can’t find 'em in my dictionary.
Goes something like this,
There was a ??? field overflowing with new grass
And the bracken was rolling (or oscillating, if you like)
Like seaweed before the waves (or something)
There was a white ??? of hawthorn
ascending with the wind
…Or something like that. My Gaelic is so bad that it could be the opening paragraph to a treatise on crofting…or maybe brain surgery. Not so interesting when all these passionate, heartfelt songs you hear turn out to be about things like bracken. Damn, my Gaelic is rusty.
At least I found out what the Gaelic word for hawthorn is…
le dhurachdan,
-CD, self-appointed smarty-pants of C & F
well for what you want to say i would go for …fear-ciuird [tradsman] 
or mabe fear-buidseachd [ a wizard] 
b-jaysus, dat der is party damned clas ta da rail ting.
It’s part of a poem by Domhnall Rothach (Donald Munro)
The fields will be flooded with fresh grass
And the brachen waving
Like seaweed in the surge
The white sails of the Hawthorns
will be hoisted to the wind.
The rest of the poem goes:
Agus lusar beaga, buidhe is geala a’ dealrachadh
(and little flowers, yellow, and white glittering)
Mar choinnnle buanain anus a’ ghuirme
(like phosphoresence in the green)
slaodadh a ghrian reothart
(the sun will drag a springtide)
Thar ga’rradh liat na raoin;
(over the grey dykes of the field)
Am measguan araobh crion cua’nach
(amongst the withered boney trees)
Bolg reothairt sauaimsir mha’ithreili
(The swollen belly of springtide in the mothering seas)
Reothart gairdeach feo’ir u’ir
(a joyful springtide of new grass)
I’m probably not spelling all the words right 
I wrote it down into a notebook years ago, and well my handwriting is a lil’ on the sloppy side. My “n’s” looks like “u’s” and vise versa. Two “r’s” next to each other look exactly like my “m’s” and my "w’s look like “m’s” too.
JP- C&F’s official sloppy pants… wait that doesn’t sound good…