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THE BROOM OF COWDENKNOWES

How blythe was I ilk morn to seemy swain come o'er the hill;He leap'd the brook and flew to me,I met him we good will.

O the broom the bonny, bonny broom,the broom of CowdenknowesI wish I was with my dear swain,Wi' his pipe and my ewes.

I neither wanted ewe nor lamb,while his flock round me lay:He gather'd in my sheep at night,and cheer'd me all the day.O the broom &c.

He tun'd his pipe and reed sae sweet,the birds stood listning by;The fleecy flock stood still and gaz'd,charm'd wi his melody.O the broom, &c.

While thus we spent our time, by turns,Betwixt our flocks and play,I envy'd not the fairest dame,though e'er so rich and gay.O the broom, &c.

He did oblige me every hour,could I but faithful be:He stole my heart could I refuse,whate'er he asked of me.

Hard fate that I must banish d be,gang heavily and mourn,Because I lov'd the kindest swain,that ever yet was born.O the broom, &c.

 

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