Luyện nghe bài hát Traiveller's Joy

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

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

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

Her sae rough wi weary work
The mair her face
As whiter blooms the April
Upon it's blackened

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

Wi cast eyes she'll pass us by
a word for ony
Just like the little road
As bleek and dour and

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