Luyện nghe bài hát Traiveller's Joy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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