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Welcome to Celtic Green
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My primary interest is Scottish, however every Celtic race is represented in my link index. Learn Celtic history and culture. Learn how the Celts have influenced and contributed to modern society and culture, especially in music, and art. Enjoy my small collection of toasts, poems, and sayings, try the links within for more details. If you like what you see, share the wealth. Send a link to your friends and enemies.
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Are you looking for great Celtic info? Check out the links, that's what you'll find, and more.
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I dabble in Scottish Clan genealogy. If you think you're Scottish, e-mail me you're surname and I will find out, and give you all the info I can find. Completely confidential.
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Irish blessing
May you live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live.
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Irish toast
Here's to you as good as you are;
And here's to me as bad as I am.
But as good as you are and as bad as I am,
I'm as good as you are as bad as I am.
UP THE REBELS!
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Irish saying
"If you are not big enough to stand criticism,
then you're too small to be praised."
Drop me a line with comments or suggestions.
How am I doing? What can I do different?
Thanks.
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Celtic, (Brit. kel'tic), adj. of the Celts or their language. -n. the group of languages spoken by the Celts, including Irish Gaelic, Welsh, and Breton.
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Humour
I'm a practicing Catholic,
I'm not a very good one
so I have to practice.
Hal Roach
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Green, n. grassy land or plot of grassy ground.
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To Death
I must travel through feebleness on the same road as my fathers - the weary tedious hours draw near me, and the long night.
When a man is past forty, though he flourishes like the trees in leaf, the sound of a vault being opened makes his face change.
Death comes unannounced, abruptly he may thwart you; no one knows his features, nor the sound of his tread approaching.
Oh, my heart has no peace from my endless yearning; Lord God, at my death grant that we may lied in one grave!
I shall not go to bed tonight, my love is not in it: I shall lie on the gravestone - break if you must, my poor heart.
There is nothing between him and me tonight but earth and coffin and shroud; I have been further many times, but never with a heavier heart.
I walked in the churchyard where a hundred bodies lie; I set my foot on my sweetheart's grave, I felt my poor heart leap.
I'm helpless now, and if they call me home I cannot answer; for the black cold bare dank earth of Trawsfynnyd covers my face.
The sorrows and sins of life I did not see; do not weep for me. I am cured of all sickness, and in my grave - happy am I!
Into his grave and he is gone, no more talk about him; easth's crop, which generation by generation slips away into oblivion.
Englyn and harp and harp-string and the lordly feasts, all these have passed away; and where the nobility of Gwynedd used to be the birds of night now reign.
There are no poets there, nor bards, nor cheerful banquet tables, nor gold among its walls; nor largesse from the generous lord: the pathways where once song was heard are now the haunts of the owl.
For all their glory, short is the fame of lords, both their grandeur and their ramparts pass away; it is a strange place for pride to make its home - in the dust!
Welsh Saying
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The Declaration of Arbroath 1320
"For so long as a hundred men survive,
we will never submit to the domination of the English.
It is not for glory or for riches or honours that we fight,
but simply and solely for freedom,
which no good man surrenders
but with his life."
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The Flower
of Scotland
O flower of Scotland
When will we see
Your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie
Thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
Those days are passed now
And in the past
They must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
Unofficial Scottish
National Anthem.
By Roy Williamson.
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Scots Wha Hae
Scots wha hae
wit Wallace bled
scots wham Bruce had aften led
welcome to thy gory bed
or to victory
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NEWS
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Thanks for visiting Celtic Green.
Check out the Celtic links page.
Slainte
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