The broom of the Cowdenknowes

Oh, the broom, the bonnie bonnie broom
The broom of the cowdenknowes
Fain would I be in my ain country
Herding her father's yowes

How blythe was I each morn to see
My lass coming over the hill
She skipped the bern and ran to me
I met her with good will

Oh, the broom....

We neither wanted yowes nor lambs
As the flock near me lay
She herded in the sheep at night
And cheered me all the day

Oh, the broom...

Hard fate that I should banished be
Gang wearily and mourn
Because I loved the dearest lass
that ever yet was born

Oh, the broom...

Farewell, ye cowdenknowes, adieu
Farewell all vomforts there
To wander by her side again
Is all I crave and care

Oh, the broom...