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Hazel Whyte
| Broom O' Cowdenknows |
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| Scottish Songs and Celtic Ballads |
| Broom of Cowdenknowes How blithe each morn was I tae see My lass came o'er the hill. She skipped the burn and ran tae me, I met her with good will. O the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom The broom o' the cowdenknowes. Fain would I be in the north country Herding her father's ewes. We neither herded ewes nor lamb While the flock near us lay. She gathered in the sheep at night And cheered me all the day. Hard fate that I should banished be Gone way o'er hill and moor, Because I loved the fairest lass That ever yet was born. Adieu, ye cowdenknowes, adieu. Farewell all pleasures there To wander by her side again Is all I crave or care. |
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