Broom O' the Cowdenknowes Songtext
von North Sea Gas

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