The Broom o’ the Cowdenknowes (traditional)

How blithe was I each morn tae see My lass come o'er the hill She tripped the burn and she ran to me I met her with good will

[chorus:] Oh the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom The broom o' Cowdenknowes Fain would I be in my ain country Herdin' my father's yowes

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

[chorus:]

Hard fate that I should banished be Sae early in the morn Because I lo'ed the fairest lass That ever yet was born

[chorus:]

Fareweel, ye Cowdenknowes, fareweel Fareweel all pleasures there To wander by her side again Is all I crave or care

[chorus:]

#Scottishballad #Celticmusic #Scottishmusic