Brown-haired Lad, I’m Fond of You Brown-haired lad, I’m fond of you, I’m really fond of you, boy; If you’re fond of me, I’m fond of you- I’ve loved you since I was young. I set off as usual to look for the sheep but scant attention gave I to them, knowing my beloved was in the strait. When I climbed Criongrabhal, my spirits were low – the ship, with well-trimmed sails, was out near Saighdeanais. My parents say that my foolishness is a source of shame to them – that I could attract a better man than you, an owner of ships and galleys. Though I could have a better man than you, an owner of ships and galleys, I would much prefer the brown-haired lad though he hadn’t a penny in the world. Though I promised you I’d follow you and part company from my people, nothing in the world could induce me to go to Harris. I wouldn’t survive long if married to you, while pining for MacDonald. |