(translation) Falalalo Lyrics - Singles - Mouth Music

O fair-headed lad, if you say the word 

Yours is my right hand, right away, if you come with affection 

Isn't it a pity that you and I did not meet 

On an island without ebbtide, without oar, without coracle, without rudder 

If you go to sea, love, have a guinea in your pocket 

And drink my health in every place that you sit at table 

With your bright, light, joyous, high-spirited, young heart 

How I do like the mouth from which music comes most sweetly! 

I love the teeth, and the mouth that would not grumble 

How I wish that you would come to me and stretch out by my side 

If it were not for the gossips, my love and I would surely be 

With the blessing of the clergy, together in a firm bond 

Oh, if you and I were on a mountain, hill or shady slope 

Or on a white beach, in a place where no-one has ever been 

Seven days, seven nights, without rest, without sleep, without food 

But with you, love, your fair arm freely round me 

Heard from Penelope Morrison (South Uist); additional text from the MacDonald Collection 

of 

Gaelic Poetry (Angus & Archibald MacDonald, ed. 1911)