The Broom of the Cowdenknows

Verse 1

How blithe was I each morn to see My love come o'er the hill. I jumped the stream, and she flew to me, And met me with good will.

Chorus 1

Oh, the broom, the bonny, bonny broom, The broom of the Cowdenknows. I wish I was in my own homeland, There with my own true love.

Verse 2

I worried not for ewes or lambs, While both our flocks near me lay. I gathered in our sheep at night, And she cheered me all the day.

Verse 3

She tuned her harp, and strummed so sweet, The birds stood listening by. E'en the dull cattle stood and gazed, Charmed by her melody.

Verse 4

While, thus, we spent our time by turns, Betwixt our flocks and play, I envied not the fairest lad, Though ne'er so rich and gay.

Verse 5

She did oblige me every hour, Could I but faithful be? She stole my heart, could I refuse, What e'er she asked of me?

Verse 6

Hard fate that I should banished be, Gang heavily with morn, Because I loved the dearest lass, That ever yet was born.

Verse 7

Adieu, ye Cowdenknows adieu, Farewell all pleasures there. Ye gods restore me to my love Is all I want or care.

Broom O' The Cowdenknowes

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