I will re-visit
The modern picts,
The viking border people
Comparing nipples
And slapping bellies
While giving dheagh shlainte.
They've plundered their last village;
It's been a while since they protected the walls
While sleep sets in.
They raid the pubs,
Raise a glass shield,
Weild a shot glass
Singing shlainte,
The dragon ships have sailed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem