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