Luyện nghe bài hát Ho! Mo Leannan

The women of Barra this waulking song
in the course of shrinking a web of
"Ho, my sweetheart! Hey, my sweetheart!
Hey!, my is the new one!"
Cries my sweetheart Callum, "Steersman of the 'Oak' am I"
He, mo leannan, seaman daring, climbeth to the mast top
Running upsea to the windward, running down with a
Sweetheart mine, the youthful frolic, hard should I his put by.
Ho! Mo leannan. He! Mo leannan. 'Se mo leannan am ur.
Sorrow take them, young sweethearts,
of them are shy and sly
Others come clank and music, full of luring while we're nigh
I advise you, all young lasses, keep three in your eye
And if one of them forsake you, two for you still sigh.