Broom o' the Cowdenknowes

How blithe each morn was I tae see
My lass came o’er the hill
She tripped the burn and 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 own country
Herding my 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
Farewell, ye cowdenknowes, farewell
Farewell all pleasures there
To wonder by her side again
Is all I crave or care