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 without ebbtide, without oar, 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
With bright, light, joyous, high-spirited, young heart
How I do the mouth from which music comes most sweetly!
I the teeth, and the mouth that would not grumble
How I wish that you would come to me and 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 beach, in a place where no-one has ever been
Seven days, seven nights, without rest, sleep, without food
But with you, love, your fair arm round me
Heard Penelope Morrison (South Uist); additional text from the MacDonald Collection
of
Poetry (Angus & Archibald MacDonald, ed. 1911)