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

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 

Farewell, ye cowdenknowes, farewell

Farewell all pleasures there

To wander by her side again

Is all I crave or care 

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

BROOM O THE COWDENKNOWES