Through the ages, through war, pestilence and sleet, the

Celtic culture has survived, it's songs and dances passed 

from father to son, from mother to daughter, from uncle to 

goat. And though few still speak Gaelic, the ancient language

of the Celts, all hearts are still stirred by the beautiful tones

 of this mellifluous tongue. 



Ah ma wee hach patew mae bo clee hach maneagh Heow 

meow meow meow meow meow meow meow BARK meow 

igh hough loo loo cheow dach hagh vreigh chouach 

mouheaugh Douauh meah mae couchah moo ma meagh 

pach hooragh 



And though other cultures tried to destroy them, driven no 

doubt by their jealousy of the Celts' fine fashion sense and 

edible cuisine, they did not surrender. Actually, they 

surrendered quite often, but they were never entirely wiped 

out, clinging to the corners of small islands, their voices 

raised in song, the clarion call of the pipes ringing out to the 

heavens. 



(*Undescribably beautiful penny-whistle solo*) 



Ah ma wee hach patew mae bo clee hach maneagh Heow 

eow meow meow meow meow meow meow BARK meow 

Saigh hough loo loo cheow dach hagh vreigh chouach 

mouheaugh Douauh meah mae couchah moo ma meagh 

pach hooragh Ah ma wee hach patew mae bo clee hach

maneagh Heow meow meow meow meow meow meow

meow 



BARK meow Saigh hough loo loo cheow dach hagh vreigh 

chouach mouheaugh Douauh meah mae couchah moo ma 

meagh pach hooragh Meach bo meah mea bloh meah hoo 

noo euach moo doo beah