Driving west we reached an inn A group of friends around a table Laughing, joking, talking About the usual things
As local, native as can be But their language Incomprehensible to me
Not similar or remotely related To the sounds that come from my mouth
They speak my language too But theirs by choice It lives and thrives across the whole of this lovely country of theirs Wales
History comes alive My eyes are open wide To diversity Reminding me Ours is a land of immigrants Always has been
Other ancient native languages still spoken in the British Isles include Irish Gaelic, Scottish Gaelic and even Cornish, which I have seen here on hp once. But Welsh is by far the biggest and most thriving I would say.