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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 list'ning 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,
What'er he ask'd of me.
O the broom, &c.
Hard fate that I must banish'd be,
Gang heavily and mourn,
Because l lov'd the kindest swain,
that ever yet was born.
O the broom, &c.
FINIS.
