Tiochfaidh ar l-ACK!

>Tiochfaidh ar l-ACK!

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How?

Why do the Irish want to be independent when they lost their language?

Ireland bad

who cares its still going to be preserved and bulgarian will never be Lingua Franca, so get fucked

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The irish literally have no identity, and their independence is a cringe LARP with no basis in reality. their culture is british, they all speak english, they all consume british media, they all listen to british music, they all live in houses and towns and cities built and founded by the british (or in dublins case norse) conquerors
they're as bad as north macedonians larping as alexander the great

paddys living rent free in paki heads

Go on home bri’ish soldiers, go on home!
Have you got no fucking homes of your own?
For 800 years, we fought you without fear,
And we’ll fight you for 800 more!

And if you stay bri’ish soldiers, if you stay,
You’ll never, ever beat the IRA!
Those 14 men in Diary, aren’t the last that you will bury!
So take a tip, and leave us while you may!

that's what the map will look like over the next four decades except replace "native irish speakers" with "whites".

Linguists say that 43% of world languages, including Irish, will disappear over the next 100 years.

They say that the risk factor is not determined by the number of speakers worldwide, but by "intergenerational transmission" - when older generations pass a language down to their children and grandchildren.

Federico Espinosa, the Lead Language Expert at Busuu, told the Irish Independent that the number of people who can speak Irish is likely to be significantly lower than the figures in the 2016 census, which stated that 1.7 million people in Ireland could speak the language.

He said that the census figure was inflated by people answering that they speak "some Irish" and that many of the respondents were not fluent in the language.

Both UNESCO's Atlas and a Google study estimated that there are between 20,000-40,000 fluent Irish speakers in the world.

"Both of them cited similar numbers of 20,000 to 40,000 speakers of Irish currently in the world and I think that’s quite a bit lower than some estimates that put it at 1.7 million according to the census in 2016," Espinosa told the Irish Independent.

>d
bulgarian will be on that list too

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plastic paddies go home

Well I have been a Provo now for fifteen years or more
Of armalites and mortar bombs I thought I knew the score
Now we have a weapon we've never used before
The Brits are looking worried, and they're going to worry more

Well I started out with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stones
There were a hundred more lads like me I never was alone
Soon I learned that bricks and stones won't drive the Brits away
It wasn't very long before (who did I join?) I joined the IRA

Then there came internment in the year of '71
The Brits thought we were beaten that we were on the run
On that early August morning they kicked in our back door
But for every man they took away (how many did they miss?) they missed a hundred more

I spent eight years in the cages had time to think and plan
Although they locked away a boy I walked out a man
There's only one thing that I learned while in a cell I lay
The Brits will never leave us (until when?) until they're blown away

All through the days of hunger strike I watched my comrades die
And in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cry
I can't forget the massacre that Friday at Loughgall
I salute my fallen comrades as, I watch the choppers fall

Tiocfaidh ár lá!

It's the opposite, most British culture is taken from the Irish, especially working class culture, otherwise England and Scotland would just be like any other boring eurofag country like Denmark or Holland. Sports, music, celtic languages, drinking culture, banter, all of it comes from the irish and irish immigrants.

You will never be american, fenian-larper mutt
On the streets of Ulster, the battle rages on
British people fighting for their land
Fought in two world wars for us, fought and died for Britain
Gotta help them, support the Red Hand
Smash! Smash! The IRA!
Smash! Smash! The IRA!
Smash! Smash! The IRA!
Remember the victims of their bombs
Gotta change our policies and hang the IRA
Let the Army deal with them their way
Corrupt politicians and sniveling left-wing scum
Are quite content to let them get away
Come on Ulster!
Smash! Smash! The IRA!
Smash! Smash! The IRA!
Smash! Smash! The IRA!
Remember the victims of their bombs
Solo
Smash! Smash! The IRA!
Smash! Smash! The IRA!
Smash! Smash! The IRA!
Remember the victims of their bombs
IRA supporters are marching on our streets
Are we gonna let them spread their lies?
Are we gonna let them march or are we gonna smash them?
Laughing while the British people die
Come on Ulster!
Smash! Smash! The IRA!
Smash! Smash! The IRA!
Smash! Smash! The IRA!
Remember the victims of their bombs

>most British culture is taken from the Irish, especially working class culture, otherwise England and Scotland would just be like any other boring eurofag country like Denmark or Holland. Sports, music, celtic languages, drinking culture, banter, all of it comes from the irish and irish immigrants.
Biggest larp i've ever heard of
even CRACK (or as the fenians spell it craic) is an english word
stop taking our culture, fenian

the way Ulster and Scotland turned being British into a working class rebellious thing is actually inspired by the Irish too due to close contact and eventual conflict with them. that was never the intention behind being a British subject. the Irish reminded Brits that they're human and not drones.

I was born in a Dublin street where the loyal drums do beat,
And the loving English feet, they walked all over us,
And every single night when me Da would come home tight,
He'd invite the neighbors out with this chorus,

“Come out you Black and Tans,
Come out and fight me like a man!
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra!”

Come tell us how you slew them ol' Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus, they had knives and bows and arrows
Of how bravely you faced one with your sixteen-pounder gun
And you frightened all the natives to the marrow!

Come let us hear you tell how you slandered brave Parnell,
And taught him well and truly persecuted!
Where are the stares and jeers that you proudly let us hear,
When our heroes of '16 were executed?

Oh, come out you British Huns, come out and fight without your guns!
Show your wife how you won medals up in Derry.
You murdered sixteen men and you'll do the same again!
So get out of here and take your bloody army!

fucking larp
stop stealing our history

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a concerted effort to destroy the language dating back centuries.
Fuck Cromwell

Now you've heard about great armies who conquered far and near
You've heard about the 36th the glorious volunteers
Here's a little history we're trying to repeat
It's sung in every loyalist town and every loyalist street


Oh, bring back, bring back, bring back the black and tans
Bring back, bring back, bring back the black and tans


We'll get the IRA on the run from Belfast to Strabane
With the UDA and UVF and the boys of the Black and Tans

From the famous walls of Derry to Belfast city hall
From Antrim, Fermanagh, Tyrone and County Down
And even in Armagh, boys, where the rebels might be strong
If there's only one big loyalist there you'll hear him sing this song

Oh, bring back, bring back, bring back the black and tans
Bring back, bring back, bring back the black and tans


We'll get the IRA on the run from Belfast to Strabane
With the UDA and UVF and the boys of the Black and Tans

Oh, bring back, bring back, bring back the black and tans
Bring back, bring back, bring back the black and tans


We'll get the IRA on the run from Belfast to Strabane
With the UDA and UVF and the boys of the Black and Tans

From the famous walls of Derry to Belfast city hall
From Antrim, Fermanagh, Tyrone and County Down
And even in Armagh, boys, where the rebels might be strong
If there's only one big loyalist there you'll hear him sing this song
Oh, bring back, bring back, bring back the black and tans
Bring back, bring back, bring back the black and tans
We'll get the IRA on the run from Belfast to Strabane
With the UDA and UVF and the boys of the Black and Tans

Oh, bring back, bring back, bring back the black and tans
Bring back, bring back, bring back the black and tans
We'll get the IRA on the run from Belfast to Strabane
With the UDA and UVF and the boys of the Black and Tans
With the UDA and UVF and the boys of the Black and Tans

And it's down Along the Falls Road, that's where I long to be,
Lying in the dark with a Provo company,
A comrade on my left and another on my right
And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.

I was stopped by a soldier, said he, You are a swine,
He hit me with his rifle and he kicked me in the groin,
I begged and I pleaded, sure me manners were polite
But all the time I'm thinking of me little Armalite.

And it's down in The Bogside that's where I long to be,
Lying in the dark with a Provo company,
A comrade on my left and another on my right
And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.

Sure a brave RUC man came marching up into our street
Six hundred British soldiers he had lined up at his feet
"Come out, ye cowardly Fenians", said he, "come out and fight".
But he cried, "I'm only joking", when he heard the Armalite.

Sure it's down in Kilwilkie,[a] that's where I long to be,
Lying in the dark with a Provo company,
A comrade on my left and another on my right
And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.

Sure, the army came to visit me, 'twas in the early hours,
With Saladins and Saracens and Ferret armoured cars
They thought they had me cornered, but I gave them all a fright
With the armour piercing bullets of my little Armalite.

And it's down in the New Lodge that's where I long to be,
Lying in the dark with a Provo company,
A comrade on me left and another on me right
And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.

When Tuzo came to Belfast, he said, The battle's won,[b]
Said General Ford, We're winning sir, we have them on the run.
But corporals and privates on patrol at night,
Said, Send for reinforcements, it's the bloody Armalite.[c]

And it's down in Crossmaglen, that's where I long to be,
Lying in the dark with a Provo company,
A comrade on me left and another on me right
And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.

You will never be Irish, and you will never be an american :)