Jenny O' The Braes

My friend Rachel and I use to "jam" together (if you can jam to classical music? lol). She performed vocals/violin and I did vocals/piano. Anywho, she introduced me to one group that I liked particularly well, and that was The Battlefield Band. She and I sang a wonderful song off of their CD (and quite well, I'd like to think). Here are the lyrics and keep in mind that some of the words might be different....(i'll give you some hints :)

Jenny O' the Braes

The people cried her Jenny o' the braes
And she was kent untae us a' (kin to us all)
Her ginglin' body hingin out' her claes (ganglin, hangin, clothes)
Made her staun oot when she strode doon the braes (stand, down)

Twa days a week she'd come visitin' the toon (two, town)
She'd tak the braes rain, hail or shine (take)
Her silver hair wid be fleein' in the win' (would)
And folk thought her a creature mad or wild

When ice and snow gripped a' the country (all)
Ye'd see the smoke rise frae her chimney (you'd, from)
The world ablow could then rest easy
For Jenny o' the Braes

The wind blew a'weys roon the muir (always, round, moor)
It rattled on her cottage windae (windy)
She sat inside close by the fire
She was content wi' her ain' company (with, own)
And if ye asked her if she was weel (well)
She's say 'Ah'm grand, sir, how's yersel (I'm, yourself)
And then she's trudge on up the hill
Jenny o' the Braes

She'd nae concern ower want o'gear (not, over, ?)
She lived on cheese, breid oats and barley (bread)
She winae fashed wi' trouble or care (wasn't, ?, with)
She'd spurn the knock that brocht a helpin' hand (brought)
Sometimes she'd wonder over the muir (wander, moor)
Collectin' heather, plants and floo'ers (flowers)
And singin' softly to herself
Jenny o' the Braes

Last year she bided mair at hame (much, home)
Her cottage door was seldom open
And when the spring floo'ers cam tae bloom (flowers, came, to)
She hardly ever ventured doon the braes (down)

One day when someone was out walkin'
They saw her chimney wisnae smokin (wasn't)
They found her sittin' in the kitchen
A smile upon her face
Jenny o' the Braes