Through the ages, through war, pestilence and sleet, the
Celtic culture has survived, it's songs and dances pa**ed
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
Saigh 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