Luyện nghe bài hát Traiveller's Joy

I ken a she has nae name*
Nor hame that she own to
She traivels lighter than the
builds its nest on Lochan Dhu

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

Let Inverara folk doon
She's tae the Shira
And mair braw in her apron
Than in aa their gear

Her hands sae rough wi weary
The her face entrances
As whiter blooms the April
Upon blackened branches

The that twines in yon broon hedge
Grows sweet for the
But I wouldna gie my joy
For the o Inverara

Wi doon eyes she'll pass us by
Withoot a for ony
like the little mountain road
As bleek and dour and

I ken a lass she has nae
Ayeways awa tae us
She's gane aa the mountain range
Nae mair she says see us