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
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
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Writer(s): Traditional, Brian Alexander Keane
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