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Tim Jenkins, Balladeer: Music

Broom o' the Cowdenknowes (Child 217)

(Tim Jenkins, Balladeer)
August 5, 2010

How blithe each morn, was I tae see,
My lass come o’er the hill.
She skipped the burn, and ran tae me,
I met he wi’ good will.

O the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom,
The broom o’ the Cowdenknowes,
Fain would I be in the north country,
Herding her father’s yows.

We neither herded lamb nor yow,
While the flock near us lay,
She gathered in the sheep at night,
And cheered me a’ the day.

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.

Adieu ye Cowdenknowes, Adieu,
Farewell a’ pleasure there,
To wander by her side again,
Is a’ I crave or care.

 blithe: happy
tae: to
o’er: over
burn: small stream
yow: ewe
wi’: with
a’: all