Traiveller's Joy Lyrics - Singles - Emily Smith

I ken a lass she has nae name* 

Nor hame that she will own to 

She traivels lighter than the swan 

That builds its nest on Lochan Dhu 

[Chorus:] 

It's will ye bundle and will ye go 

And are ye awa tae leave me 

It's will ye bundle and will ye go 

Or up the Shian wi me 

Let Inverara folk look doon 

She's sunshine tae the Shira 

And gans mair braw in her apron 

Than they in aa their gear 

Her hands sae rough wi weary work 

The mair her face entrances 

As whiter blooms the April thorn 

Upon it's blackened branches 

The flooer that twines in yon broon hedge 

Grows sweet for the wayfarer 

But I wouldna gie my traiveller's joy 

For the rose o Inverara 

Wi doon cast eyes she'll pass us by 

Withoot a word for ony 

Just like the little mountain road 

As bleek and dour and bonny 

I ken a lass she has nae hairt 

Ayeways awa tae leave us 

She's gane aa through the mountain range 

Nae mair she says she'll see us