Yessiree, boy, them Celts got themselves natural rhythm an' music in their souls. Shore do like to see them l'il Irish an' Welsh kids cloggin' and step dancin' while their parents fiddle and play them pipes an' harps. 'Most makes me wanna hug 'em, it does, ta see 'em like that. 'Course, I wouldn't touch the filthy little beggars myself. They're all covered in lice and stink, eatin' black puddings and potatoes and cabbage. Drunken cowardly layabouts, too, all of 'em. Feed 'em and you just encourage 'em to take the dole and you keep 'em happy doin' nothin'. Them that want to work (probably to make some money for more whiskey) take jobs from good hard workin' darkies. Now, 'course, them Celtic wimmen, they're hot. Woo-ee! But you don't want to fool around too much with 'em, 'cause you'll get poxed sure as life. But for a l'il ol' romp you can't beat one of them Scottish lassies or one of them Breton gals. But I shore do like to see them l'il kids dancin' and hoppin' around. Jist give 'em a little religion, some drink, a woman to get their brood on, a few potatoes, an' a fiddle and they're happy.

--Just so you know, I'm being sarcastic. And I've extended what I read about the Irish to all the Celts. But if the above was thought true about 175 years ago, why would it be less true about the racist "Celts" today?