Cherish The Ladies - The Broom of the Cowdenknowes lyrics

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 ewes nor lamb While the flock near us lay He gathered in the sheep at night And cheered me all the day Oh the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom Broom or the Cowdenknowes Fain would I be in the North Country Herding his father's ewes Hard fate that I should banished be Gone way over hill and moor Because I loved the fairest lad That ever yet was born Oh the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom Broom or the Cowdenknowes Fain would I be in the North Country Herding his father's ewes Adieu, ye Cowdenknowes, adieu Farewell all pleasures there To wander by his side again Is all I crave or care Oh the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom Broom or the Cowdenknowes Fain would I be in the North Country Herding his father's ewes