Luyện nghe bài hát (translation) Falalalo

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