Luyện nghe bài hát Coinleach Glas an Fhromhair

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

The boys around are
Laughing and getting
And the people of the 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 were ? and my brown
Go and first love
we go over to gaoth-bearra
Until we from each other
The tops of the and the swan
the waves ?
That separate us
And it's folly for you to put it ? ?

I wrote a
To my sweetheart and a sharp
She sent it to me
That her heart was me.
Compose the person ?
Finer silk or bird feathers
Heavy is my
When I think of being apart her.

I heard on sunday
As conversation among the
she was going 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.