Sing Me a Song of Bonnie Scotland
comes to an end on Friday
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Broom of Cowdenknowes

How blithe each morn was I tae see 

My lass came o'er the hill. 

She skipped the burn and ran tae me, 

I met her with good will.

O the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom 

The broom o' the cowdenknowes. 

Fain would I be in the north country 

Herding her father's ewes.

We neither herded ewes nor lamb 

While the flock near us lay. 

She gathered in the sheep at night 

And cheered me all the day.

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.

Adieu, ye cowdenknowes, adieu. 

Farewell all pleasures there 

To wander by her side again 

Is all I crave or care.

PLUS THE BONUS

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