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      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      Farewell, ye cowdenknowes, farewell   Farewell all pleasures there   To wonder by her side again   Is all I crave or care      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      Farewell, ye cowdenknowes, farewell   Farewell all pleasures there   To wonder by her side again   Is all I crave or care      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      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