Broom O' The Cowdenknowes

How blithe each morn was

I tae see

My lass came o'er the hill

She tripped the burn and ran tae me

I met her wi' good will

CHORUS Oh the broom the bonnie bonnie broom

The broom o' the cowdenknowes

Fain would

I be in my own country

Herding my 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

CHORUS Farewell ye cowdenknowes farewell

Farewell all pleasures there

To wonder by her side again

Is all I crave or care