Luyện nghe bài hát Coinleach Glas an Fhromhair

On the green stubble-fields of
I saw you, my sweetheart.
Nice were your in shoes
And your nimble gait.
Your hair the color of
And ringlets tightly plaited
Alas that not married
Or on board ship away

The around here are
Laughing and bold
And the of the high straw?
Are ? ? of my brown girl
If the of spain would
Go with his assembled men
I would grass and rank grass
And I be with my brown girl

Buying cows at the
If I were ? and my brown
Go and come first
Until we go to gaoth-bearra
Until we separate from each
The of the branches and the swan
the waves ?
That won't us
And it's only for you to put it ? ?

I a letter
To my sweetheart and a complaint
She it back to me
her heart was inside me.
Compose the person ?
Finer than or bird feathers
Heavy is my
When I of being apart from her.

I heard on sunday
As among the women
she was going to be married
To a man from the place.
Sweetheart my advice
And autumn stay as you are
And don't anyone, my love,
you are my love.