How blithe, was I, each morn tae see My lassie come o'er yon hill She leapt the burn and she ran tae me I met her wi' good will. CHORUS: O the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom The broom o' the Cowdenknowes Fain would I be in my ain country Guardin' her father's yowes (ewes) Hard, the fate, that I should banished be Gang wearily and mourn Because I lou'd the fairest lass That ever yet was born Farewell, ye Cowdenknowes, Farewell Farewell all the pleasures there Tae wander by her side again Is all I crave or care