Lyrics - The Broom O' The Cowdenknowes

Chorus:
O, the broom, the bonny, bonny broom
The broom o' the Cowdenknowes
Fain would I be with my ain true love
Wi' his pipy and my ewes

How blithe I was each morn to see
My love come o' er the hill
He left the burn and he blew tae me
I met him wi' good will

I neither wanted ewe nor lamb
When his blass lay by me
He gathered in my sheep at night
And he cheered me all the day

He tuned his pipe and reed sae sweet
The birds stood list'ning by
Even the dull cattle stood and gaz 'd
Charm 'd with his melody

The Broom O' The Cowdenknowes
Traditional
From album - 'Scots Abroad' (Greentrax CDTRAX 300)

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