Travaux esemiens
Création
Airteagal 7
Uaine, bán, agus flannbhuí.
Such is the flag of your beauty.
The Green of the Plains,
Unravelling the haze,
Gives your skin the grain
Attracting my gaze
The White in your eye,
Cradle to your mind,
Peeves any doubts I
Would not leave behind.
Sky Orange I know,
A craft to bewitch,
Is the light in which
Your world likes to glow.
Green, White, and Orange,
An suaitheantas agaibhse
thin-e.