Broom O The Cowdenknowes

Blithe was I each mornin’ tae see
My love comin’ o'er the hill
She tripped the burn and ran tae me
I met her wi' gid will


Oh the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
The broom o' the Cowdenknowes
Fain will I be in my ain country
Herdin’ my faither's ewes

O hard fate that I would banished be
Gaun wearily and mourn
For I lo’ed the fairest lass
That ever yet was born


Adieu, ye Cowdenknowes, adieu
Fareweel a’ pleasures there
For tae wander by her side again
Is all I crave or care



Chosen by Kenn Clark