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