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

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

cows at the fair
If I were ? and my brown
Go and first love
Until we go over to
Until we separate from each
The tops of the and the swan
From the ?
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 artsswannoble ?
Finer than or bird feathers
is my sigh
When I think of being from her.

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