When Mrs. Malone got a letter from Pat
She started to read it aloud in her flat.
'Dear Mary,' it started, 'I can't tell you much,
I'm somewhere in France, and I'm fightin' the Dutch;
I'm chokin' wid news thot I'd like to relate,
But it's little a soldier's permitted t' state.
Do ye mind Red McPhee- well, he fell in a ditch
An' busted an arrm, but I can't tell ye which.
'An' Paddy O'Hara was caught in a flame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem