How blyth was I each morn to see,
My Swain come o'er the Hill,
He leap'd the burn and flew to me
I met him with good will.
O the broom, the bonny bonny broom,
The Broom of the Cowdenknows,
I wish I were with my dear Swain,
With his Pipe and my Ewes.
I neither wanted ewe nor lamb,
When his flocks round me lay:
He gather’d in my sheep at night,
And chear’d me all the day.
O the broom, &c.
He did oblige me ev’ry hour,
Cou’d I but faithful be.
He stole my heart, cou’d I refuse
Whate’er he ask’d of me.
O, the broom, &c.
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, the bonny bonny broom,
Where last was my repose:
I wish I were with my dear swain,
With his pipe and my ewes.
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