Broom of the Cowdenknowes |
From the 17th Century, Child #217
How blithe each morn was I tae see My lass came o'er the hill She skipped the burn and ran tae me I met her with good will.
2. O the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom | 3. We neither herded ewes nor lamb While the flock near us lay She gathered in the sheep at night And cheered me all the day.
4. Hard fate that I should banished be |
5. Adieu, ye cowdenknowes, adieu Farewell all pleasures there To wander by her side again Is all I crave or care. |