The bagpipes of the lowlands echo yr name
Crying out the joy that you made another year
They continue to play in honour of the day
Until the moors start to sing yr praises
In unison they celebrate you
And all the works you have done
Happy Birthday, Mrs. Warren
Let many more come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and well crafted birthday message