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