Luyện nghe bài hát Coinleach Glas an Fhromhair

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

The boys here are
Laughing and bold
And the people of the high
Are making ? ? of my brown
If the king of would
Go abroad his assembled men
I would grass and rank grass
And I would be my brown girl

Buying cows at the
If I ? and my brown girl
Go and come love
Until we go to gaoth-bearra
Until we separate from other
The tops of the branches and the
the waves ?
That won't us
And it's folly for you to put it ? ?

I a letter
To my sweetheart and a sharp
She it back to me
That her heart was me.
the artsswannoble person ?
Finer than silk or bird
Heavy is my
When I of being apart from her.

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