Borg said:
That was difficult to read but well worth it (even though I couldn't understand it all).
Translation:
One, two, three, five
Saint Urho is the boy for me.
He chased out the grasshoppers that were as big as birds,
Never before have I heard those words.
He really told those bugs of green,
Bravest Finn I've ever seen.
Some celebrate for St. Pat and his snakes,
But Urho boy has got what it takes.
He got tall and strong on feelia sour (sour buttermilk)
And ate kalla moyakka (fish head stew) every hour.
That's why that guy could chase those beetles,
That grew as thick as jack pine needles.
So let's give a cheer in our best way,
On the sixteenth of March - St. Urho's Day!
The original is written as English with a strong Finnish accent.
Here's a little history on St. Urho:
http://www.brownielocks.com/urho.html
A well as being Finnish myself , I was born in Virginia, MN, and was raised in "the Range", the origin place of the St. Urho legend. (Which, incidentally, has its "own" unique dialect/accent, some of the peculiarities of which I still hold on to. )