Strokovna ekskurzija dijakov na Irsko

We were to Ireland

Ye merry Gaelic land

Not a pint of beer;

just a city free of fear

'stead castles of fore'er

'n tales of unknown. 

Strutting 'round Dublin

streets rarely alone

Tales of losses and wins,

with Galway their home. 

Last evening, a pub

Of warriors fearless choir

The dancers cheering; up!

An echo of a turf fire 

It has it's charm

This faraway island

A history of harm

Astounding Ireland

Špela, 2. A