Such a sweet lovable ‘Paddi’ is she,
She responses to deep red beauty,
Not the beauty of purple (which shows anguish),
It is the red blood, of life and generosity.
She’s no longer a poor Irish Paddi with sadness and no prosperity,
Her gold is how she is with the richness of color.
The colors of the rainbow, that glows in the dark,
That the tree of Brendan’s love doesn’t need the bark tree.
For Brendan of young bearded blue,
Paddi is the latest of young and new.
Her body and Irish appearance grow to maturity,
One day she’ll leave Australia. She’ll leave with joy!
Paddi’s brother who’ll remain here will shed tears,
With his size and strength. He’ll be able to look after himself.
There’ll be a few people over here she’ll miss,
But back at home; they’ll all have missed her with love (especially her mother: Ann).
The experience of friendship from two countries shows strength,
The strength of love and humanity of all kind.
There’s a difference between friends of Ireland and Australia,
She’ll never forget the “Aussie Beer” as against to the “Irish coffee”!
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