- The Protestant Gael -
On my island, Gaelic words are not
expected from my mouth.
Warrin' men expect the aul rhetoric.
But I will go against the grain.
A particle different from the rest.
I am wet with libations of praise,
but when my lineage is discussed
I am still an oddity.
Though some would call me traitor,
though some call me stranger,
I call my nation Gael.
My smatterin' as gaeilge,
regardless of surroundin' and creed,
are my birth right.
I am not an oddity, traitor or stranger.
Tha mi leasachadh.
I am 'development'