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