- 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' 

'improvement'

'reformation'

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