Luyện nghe bài hát (translation) Falalalo

O fair-headed lad, if you say the
Yours is my right hand, away, if you come with affection
Isn't it a that you and I did not meet
On an island without ebbtide, oar, without coracle, without rudder
If you go to sea, love, have a in your pocket
And drink my health in place that you sit at table
With bright, light, joyous, high-spirited, young heart
How I do like the mouth which music comes most sweetly!
I love the teeth, and the mouth that not grumble
How I that 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 bond
Oh, if you and I were on a mountain, hill or slope
Or on a white beach, in a where no-one has ever been
days, seven nights, without 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
Gaelic Poetry (Angus & MacDonald, ed. 1911)