Luyện nghe bài hát Coinleach Glas an Fhromhair

On the green of autumn
I saw you, my sweetheart.
Nice your feet in shoes
And your nimble gait.
hair the color of roses
And your ringlets plaited
Alas that not married
Or on board sailing away

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

Buying at the fair
If I ? and my brown girl
Go and first love
we go over to gaoth-bearra
Until we separate each other
The tops of the branches and the
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 think of apart from her.

What I on sunday
As conversation the women
That she was to be married
To a man from the place.
Sweetheart my advice
And this stay as you are
And tell anyone, my love,
you are my love.