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
Isn't it a pity that you and I did not
On an without ebbtide, without oar, without coracle, without rudder
If you go to sea, love, have a guinea in your
And drink my health in every that you sit at table
With bright, light, joyous, high-spirited, young heart
How I do like the mouth from which music most sweetly!
I love the teeth, and the mouth would not grumble
How I wish you would come to me and stretch out by my side
If it were not for the gossips, my love and I would be
With the blessing of the clergy, together in a firm
Oh, if you and I were on a mountain, hill or slope
Or on a white beach, in a place where no-one has ever
Seven days, nights, without rest, without sleep, without food
But with you, love, your fair arm freely me
from Penelope Morrison (South Uist); additional text from the MacDonald Collection
of
Gaelic (Angus & Archibald MacDonald, ed. 1911)