The Broome O' the Cowdenknowes
How blythe was I each morn tae see
My lass come o'er yon hill
She tripped a burn and ran tae me
I met her with good will.
(Chorus)
O the broome, the bonnie, bonnie broome
The broome o the Cowdenknowes
Fain wad I be in my ain country
Herding my faither's yowes
Hard fate that I should banished be
Gang wearily and mourn
Because I loved the fairest lass
That ever yet was born
(Chorus)
Fareweel, ye cowdenknowes, fareweel
Fareweel all pleasures there
Tae wander by her side again
Is all I crave or care
(Chorus)
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