Lyrics

Broom of the Cowdenknowes
Traditional Scottish song

How blythe was I, each morn' ta see
My lassie come o'er yon hill
She leapt the bairn and she ran ta me
I met her wi' good will

OH THE BROOM, THE BONNEY, BONNEY BROOM
THE BROOM OF THE COWDENKNOWES
'FAIN WOULD I BE IN MY AINE COUNTRY
GUARDIN' HER FATHER'S YOWES

Hard the fate, that I should banished be
Gang wearily and mourn
Because I lo'ed the fairest lass
That ever yet was born

Fare will, ye Cowdeknowes, fare will
Fare will, all the pleasures there
Ta wander by her side again
Is all I crave or care