an Dagda agus Brighid dhuit!
mile failte!
slainte!..umm....
Welcome!

i am Rigfénid Robhartaigh.

I am no doubt out in the forests I love so well and can not greet you myself.
My deogbaire (cup bearer) will see to your refreshment.
I still search for a briugu (hospitaller) who would be a sóerchéile (free client) under my sheild.
I offer you my hospitality here at rath Robhartaigh.
I have left oatcakes, mead, barley wine and fresh spring water for visitors.
If you have need of a more substantial meal, an iron fork hangs with the pot over the hearth in the center of my teg mór (great house).
If I can be of assistance, please leave a message (though you will have to remove the *s before sending it), or seek Connmach Niall, brithem na Rigfénid Robhartaigh, the Judge of Teach an Phoic, my brehon.

May the Daghdha hold you in the palm of his hand,
may Brighid light your hearth and heart,
and may Lugh strengthen your arm and eye.