The Bloom Of The Cowdenknowes

How blithe was I each morn tae see
 My lass come o'er yon hill
 She tripped the burn and ran tae me
 I met her wi' good will
 Oh the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
 The broom o' the cowdenknowes
 Fain would I be in my ain country
 Herding my father's yows
 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
 Oh the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
 The broom o' the cowdenknowes
 Fain would I be in my ain country
 Herding my father's yows
 Farewell, ye cowdenknowes, farewell
 Farewell all pleasures there
 To wonder by her side again
 Is all I crave or care
 Oh the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
 The broom o' the cowdenknowes
 Fain would I be in my ain country
 Herding my father's yows
 Farewell, ye cowdenknowes, farewell
 Farewell all pleasures there
 To wonder by her side again
 Is all I crave or care
 Oh the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
 The broom o' the cowdenknowes
 Fain would I be in my ain country
 Herding my father's yows
 Oh the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
 The broom o' the cowdenknowes
 Fain would I be in my ain country
 Herding my father's yows