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He is lording it over me
T'eh mooaralagh harrym
He is losing weight
T'eh shymley
He is lost to all sense of shame
Cha nel keeall erbee da nearey echey
He is no longer young
Cha nel eh aeg nish
He is slow of speech
T'eh moal-chaayntagh
He is slow on the uptake
T'eh moal dy hoiggal reddyn
He is slow to anger
T'eh doillee dy chur ferg er
He is the flower of his youth
Ta blaaghey ny h-aegid echey
He is under a cloud
T'eh fo ourys
Ta drogh ourys er