The Gaelic Song - The Arrogant Worms

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

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 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



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

À travers les âges, à travers la guerre, la peste et le grésil, la culture celtique a survécu, ce sont des chants et des danses transmis de père en fils, de mère en fille, d'oncle en chèvre. Et bien que peu parlent encore le gaélique, la langue ancienne des Celtes, tous les c?urs sont encore remués par les beaux tons de cette langue sucrée.



Ah ma wee hach ​​patew mae bo clee hach ​​maneagh

Heow meow 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



Et bien que d'autres cultures aient essayé de les détruire, poussées sans aucun doute par leur jalousie du sens de la mode des Celtes et de leur cuisine comestible, elles ne se sont pas rendues. En fait, ils se rendaient assez souvent, mais ils n'étaient jamais complètement anéantis, accrochés aux coins des petites îles, leurs voix élevées en chant, le cri de clairon des tuyaux sonnant vers le ciel.



(Solo de penny-whistle d'une beauté indescriptible)



Ah ma wee hach ​​patew mae bo clee hach ​​maneagh

Heow meow 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



Ah ma wee hach ​​patew mae bo clee hach ​​maneagh

Heow meow 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