Luyện nghe bài hát Traiveller's Joy

I ken a she has nae name*
Nor that she will own to
She traivels than the swan
That builds its on Lochan Dhu

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

Let folk look doon
sunshine tae the Shira
And gans mair braw in her
they in aa their gear

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

The flooer that in yon broon hedge
sweet for the wayfarer
But I wouldna gie my joy
For the rose o

Wi doon cast eyes she'll us by
Withoot a for ony
Just like the little mountain
As bleek and and bonny

I ken a she has nae hairt
Ayeways awa tae us
She's gane aa through the range
Nae she says she'll see us