The Broom o’ the Cowdenknowes lyrics

How blithe each morn was I tae see

My lass came o'er the hill.

She skipped the burn and ran tae me,

I met her with good will.

O the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom

The broom o' the Cowdenknowes.

Fain would I be in the north country

Herding her father's ewes.

We neither herded ewes nor lamb

While the flock near us lay.

She gathered in the sheep at night

And cheered me all the day.

O the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom

The broom o' the Cowdenknowes.

Fain would I be in the north country

Herding her father's ewes.

Hard fate that I should banished be

Gone way o'er hill and moor,

Because I loved the fairest lass

That ever yet was born.

O the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom

The broom o' the Cowdenknowes.

Fain would I be in the north country

Herding her father's ewes.

Adieu, ye Cowdenknowes, adieu.

Farewell all pleasures there

To wander by her side again

Is all I crave or care.

O the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom

The broom o' the Cowdenknowes.

Fain would I be in the north country

Herding her father's ewes.