How blithe was I each morn tae see My lass come o'er yon 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 ain country Herding my father's yows 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 ain country Herding my father's yows 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 ain country Herding my father's yows 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 ain country Herding my father's yows Oh the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom The broom o' the cowdenknowes Fain would I be in my ain country Herding my father's yows