Luyện nghe bài hát Coinleach Glas an Fhromhair

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

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

cows at the fair
If I were ? and my brown
Go and first love
we go over to gaoth-bearra
Until we separate from each
The tops of the and the swan
From the ?
won't separate us
And it's only for you to put it ? ?

I wrote a
To my sweetheart and a sharp
She sent it to me
her heart was inside me.
Compose the artsswannoble ?
Finer than silk or bird
is my sigh
When I of being apart from her.

I heard 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 don't anyone, my love,
you are my love.