.How Blithe each morn was I to see
My lad come over the hill
He skipped the burn and ran to me
I met him with good will
Oh the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
Broom or the Cowdenknowes
Fain would I be in the North Country
Herding his father's ewes
We neither herded ewe.
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