Luyện nghe bài hát (translation) Falalalo

O fair-headed lad, if you say the
Yours is my right hand, right away, if you come affection
it a pity that you and I did not meet
On an island without ebbtide, without oar, coracle, without rudder
If you go to sea, love, a guinea in your pocket
And drink my health in every place you sit at table
your bright, light, joyous, high-spirited, young heart
How I do like the from which music comes most sweetly!
I love the teeth, and the mouth that not grumble
How I wish you would come to me and stretch out by my side
If it not for the gossips, my love and I would surely be
With the blessing of the clergy, in a firm bond
Oh, if you and I were on a mountain, hill or slope
Or on a white beach, in a place where no-one has been
Seven days, seven nights, rest, without sleep, without food
But with you, love, fair arm freely round me
Heard from Penelope (South Uist); additional text from the MacDonald Collection
of
Poetry (Angus & Archibald MacDonald, ed. 1911)