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The Broom of Cowdenknows
THE BROOM OF COWDENKNOWS—G
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O the broom, and the bonny, bonny broom,And the broom of the Cowdenknows!
And aye sae sweet as the lassie sang,
I the bought, milking the ewes.
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The hills were high on ilka side,An the bought i the lirk o the hill,
And aye, as she sang, her voice it rang
Out-oer the head o yon hill.
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There was a troop o gentlemenCame riding merrilie by,
And one o them has rode out o the way,
To the bought to the bonny may.
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‘Weel may ye save an see, bonny lass,An weel may ye save an see!’
‘An sae wi you, ye weel-bred knight,
And what's your will wi me?’
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‘The night is misty and mirk, fair may,And I have ridden astray,
And will ye be so kind, fair may,
As come out and point my way?’
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‘Ride out, ride out, ye ramp rider!Your steed's baith stout and strang;
For out of the bought I dare na come,
For fear at ye do me wrang.’
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‘O winna ye pity me, bonny lass?O winna ye pity me?
An winna ye pity my poor steed,
Stands trembling at yon tree?’
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‘I wadna pity your poor steed,Tho it were tied to a thorn;
For if ye wad gain my love the night
Ye wad slight me ere the morn.
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‘For I ken you by your weel-busked hat,And your merrie twinkling ee,
That ye're the laird o the Oakland hills,
An ye may weel seem for to be.’
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‘But I am not the laird o the Oakland hills,Ye're far mistaen o me;
But I'm ane o the men about his house,
An right aft in his companie.’
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He's taen her by the middle jimp,And by the grass-green sleeve,
He's lifted her over the fauld-dyke,
And speerd at her sma leave.
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O he's taen out a purse o gowd,And streekd her yellow hair:
‘Now take ye that, my bonnie may,
Of me till you hear mair.’
13
O he's leapt on his berry-brown steed,An soon he's oertaen his men;
And ane and a' cried out to him,
O master, ye've tarryd lang!
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‘O I hae been east, and I hae been west,An I hae been far oer the knows,
But the bonniest lass that ever I saw
Is i the bought, milkin the ewes.’
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She set the cog upon her head,An she's gane singing hame:
‘O where hae ye been, my ae daughter?
Ye hae na been your lane.’
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‘O nae body was wi me, father,O nae body has been wi me;
The night is misty and mirk, father,
Ye may gang to the door and see.
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‘But wae be to your ewe-herd, father,And an ill deed may he die!
He bug the bought at the back o the know
And a tod has frighted me.
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‘There came a tod to the bought-door,The like I never saw;
And ere he had taken the lamb he did
I had lourd he had taen them a'.’
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O whan fifteen weeks was come and gane,Fifteen weeks and three,
That lassie began to look thin and pale,
An to long for his merry-twinkling ee.
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It fell on a day, on a het simmer day,She was ca'ing out her father's kye,
By came a troop o gentlemen,
A' merrilie riding bye.
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‘Weel may ye save an see, bonny may!Weel may ye save and see!
Weel I wat ye be a very bonny may,
But whae's aught that babe ye are wi?’
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Never a word could that lassie say,For never a ane could she blame,
An never a word could the lassie say,
But, I have a good man at hame.
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‘Ye lied, ye lied, my very bonny may,Sae loud as I hear you lie!
For dinna ye mind that misty night
I was i the bought wi thee?
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‘I ken you by your middle sae jimp,An your merry-twinkling ee,
That ye're the bonny lass i the Cowdenknow,
An ye may weel seem for to be.’
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Than he's leapd off his berry-brown steed,An he's set that fair may on:
‘Caw out your kye, gude father, yoursel,
For she's never caw them out again.
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‘I am the laird of the Oakland hills,I hae thirty plows and three,
An I hae gotten the bonniest lass
That's in a' the south country.’
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