Luyện nghe bài hát Traiveller's Joy

I ken a lass she has nae
Nor hame she will own to
She traivels than the swan
That builds its nest on Dhu

It's will ye and will ye go
And are ye awa tae me
It's will ye bundle and ye go
Or up the wi me

Let Inverara look doon
She's tae the Shira
And gans braw in her apron
Than they in aa their

Her hands sae rough wi work
The her face entrances
As blooms the April thorn
Upon it's blackened

The flooer that twines in yon hedge
Grows for the wayfarer
But I gie my traiveller's joy
For the rose o

Wi doon cast eyes pass us by
a word for ony
Just the little mountain road
As bleek and dour and

I ken a lass she has nae
awa tae leave us
She's aa through the mountain range
Nae mair she she'll see us