ever had this happen?

[Extra ecclesiam nulla salus]

not many people speak galeic its time to revive it...

[iggy]

why do you say that? you live in ireland!

[Noel's angel]

nah, let it die

[Noel's angel]

I know I do, but its a dead language. Everyone speaks English or Ulster Scots *shudder*

[karin]

dont let it die i like it

[Old_Joe]

If I remember correctly there is a school that teaches Gaelic to High school students in Ireland. The students come from all over the country to take classes. i wish I could do that. i could insult people not have them know what I was saying. Either that or make passes in a dead language.

[iggy]

what is Ulster Scots?

[Noel's angel]

It's smelly. Our Irish school wouldn't let their kids have First Holy Communion in English, so they had to get a different priest and had it on a different day, during Sunday Mass, in Irish. The kids are like 8, they aren;t gonna understand the Mass in Irish. Most of the parents don't speak it either. The thing about Irish schools is that they speak only Irish until the age of 7, when they do some english, as a second language. When they leave and go out into the real world, they are alienated 'cause they have only made friends with the people in their school who speak Irish. They don't get to know kids from other schools.

[Noel's angel]

Its called the Gaeltacht and you usually have to speak some Irish before you go, 'cause when you get there you can only speak in Irish.
Ulster Scots is really a dialect, but some people say its a language in tis own right. Its really just people who don't speak English properly

[Noel's angel]

Here's an Ulster Scots poem:

‘Oot here mae lane’

I lift’t the harnesh fae ahint the oul doar, whur it haes hug fae iver I mine,
The cullar an’ hames maybe ouler than me, an’ a bit o’ a ravell’t oul’ rein,
An’ oul’ bridle an’ straps that sa’ monies a carp, an’ an oul snaffle that shines lak’ a shillin’,
I hae cover’t some grun, but mae best deys be’s done, I’m wake but mae spirit is willin’,
But I coont that nae shame, the oul mere’s joost the same, an her oul joints be’s startin tae go,
‘but we’re twa o’ kine, we can read ithers mine, aw! I’ll admit ye micht notice is’ slow.

Awa doon the bak’ rodden an’ it naw yit clear, in the quateness a jinglin’ chain,
A wee burd joins tae sing, for tae welcome the spring, man, it’s nice tae be oot here yer lane,
Ye wad think moather earth wus joost wakenin up’, efter hir lang wunter sleep,
An’ at the rut o’ the dake somethin else is awake, for the snowdraps be’s joinin’ tae peep.

She stans near the slap an’, I tigh’en the straps an’ I yok tae the ploo yince again,
The grass is still froze, she blows steam fae hir nose, man, it’s nice tae be oot here yer lane,
The rid earth turns o’er as wee lift the furst fur’ an’ the sun hunts the mist fae the lan’,
The grey ghosts dissappear, an’ its noo gyely clear, on the headrig a minit we stan.

An’ I luk an’ I think, sure lifes only a blink, an’ mae three score an’ ten’s comin’ shane,
But if ony mare’s lent, it’s oot here that I’ll spen’t, man, it’s nice tae be oot here yer lane’,
I hae nae notion tae quit, for I’m naw joost dane yit, I can still ploo an acre a day,
An’ I’m as hearty’s a wean, but for these dam’t oul pains, man, I lake tae be oot here mae lane.

I can weel mine the sale whun I first struck the dale, an’ the boy sez ye’ll niver regret,
I pye’t richt an’ dear for a three year oul mere’ but she’s walkin in front o’ me yet,
At thirteen I wus hir’t, it’s gyely time I retir’t sixty years hae’s flew by far ower shane,
But whut wud I dae for tae pit in mae day, beaver dam’t I wud miss bein oot here mae lane.

[karin]

ok so cats inbreed....

so like if you were a cat and you father was your brother would that make your brother your daughters grandfather?

[iggy]

oh, okay. thanks!

[Noel's angel]

what?????????

[karin]

well would it? was the what in shock or actually asking me to refrase it?

[iggy]

i was thanking you, NA... the inbreeding thing is new... and scary