Luyện nghe bài hát (translation) Falalalo

O fair-headed lad, if you say the
Yours is my hand, right away, if you come with 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, have a guinea in pocket
And my health in every place that you sit at table
With your bright, light, joyous, high-spirited, heart
How I do like the mouth from which comes most sweetly!
I the teeth, and the mouth that would not grumble
How I wish that you come to me and stretch out by my side
If it were not for the gossips, my love and I would be
the blessing of the clergy, together 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 has ever been
Seven days, seven nights, without rest, sleep, without food
But you, love, your fair arm freely round me
Heard from Penelope Morrison (South Uist); additional text from the Collection
of
Gaelic Poetry (Angus & MacDonald, ed. 1911)