From the 17th Century, Child #217
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.
2. O the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
3. 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.
4. Hard fate that I should banished be
5. Adieu, ye cowdenknowes, adieu|
Farewell all pleasures there
To wander by her side again
Is all I crave or care.
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