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