Luyện nghe bài hát (translation) Falalalo

O fair-headed lad, if you say the
is my right hand, right away, if you come with affection
Isn't it a that you and I did not meet
On an island without ebbtide, without oar, without coracle, rudder
If you go to sea, love, have a guinea in your
And drink my health in place that you sit at table
your bright, light, joyous, high-spirited, young heart
How I do like the mouth from which comes most sweetly!
I love the teeth, and the mouth would not grumble
How I wish that you would come to me and out by my side
If it were not for the gossips, my love and I 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
days, seven nights, without rest, without sleep, without food
But with you, love, your fair arm round me
Heard from Penelope Morrison (South Uist); additional from the MacDonald Collection
of
Gaelic Poetry (Angus & MacDonald, ed. 1911)