How blithe each morn was I to see My lass came over the hill She tripped the burn and ran to me I met her wi good will Oh the broom, the bonnie bonnie broom Broom of the Cowdenknowes Fain would I be in my own country Herding his father's ewes 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 Oh the broom, the bonnie bonnie broom Broom of the Cowdenknowes Fain would I be in my own country Herding his father's ewes Farewell, ye Cowdenknowes, farewell Farewell all pleasures there To wander by his side again Is all I crave or care Oh the broom, the bonnie bonnie broom Broom of the Cowdenknowes Fain would I be in my own country Herding his father's ewes Oh the broom, the bonnie bonnie broom Broom of the Cowdenknowes Fain would I be in my own country Herding his father's ewes