Emily Smith - Traiveller's Joy lyrics

I ken a la** 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 pa** us by Withoot a word for ony Just like the little mountain road As bleek and dour and bonny I ken a la** 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