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 wonderful your gait.
Your hair the of roses
And ringlets tightly plaited
Alas that we're not
Or on board ship away

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

cows at the fair
If I were ? and my girl
Go and come first
Until we go to gaoth-bearra
Until we separate from each
The tops of the branches and the
From the ?
That separate us
And only folly for you to put it ? ?

I a letter
To my and a sharp complaint
She sent it to me
That her heart was me.
the artsswannoble person ?
Finer silk or bird feathers
Heavy is my
When I think of apart from her.

I heard on sunday
As among the women
That she was going to be
To a man from the place.
Sweetheart my advice
And this autumn as you are
And tell anyone, my love,
you are my love.