t**le: The Broom O' The Cowdenknowes
Artist: Silly Wizard/Andy M. Stewart
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
Ah the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
The broom o' the cowdenknowes
Fain would I be in my ain 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
Ah the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
The broom o' the cowdenknowes
Fain would I be in my ain country
Herding my father's ewes
Farewell, ye cowdenknowes, farewell
Farewell all pleasures there
To wonder by her side again
Is all I crave or care
Ah the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
The broom o' the cowdenknowes
Fain would I be in my ain country
Herding my father's ewes
Farewell, ye cowdenknowes, farewell
Farewell all pleasures there
To wonder by her side again
Is all I crave or care
Ah the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
The broom o' the cowdenknowes
Fain would I be in my ain country
Herding my father's ewes
Ah the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
The broom o' the cowdenknowes
Fain would I be in my ain country
Herding my father's ewes
The Broom of Cowdenknowes, Child ballad #217,
is traceable as far back as the early seventeenth century.
It is a tale of love, banishment and exile,
Cowdenknowes is in Berwickshire, near to the village of Earlston,
a place much a**ociated with the 13th century poet and prophet,
"Thomas The Rhymer". Broom is a yellow flowering shrub.
Artist: Silly Wizard/Andy M. Stewart
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
Ah the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
The broom o' the cowdenknowes
Fain would I be in my ain 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
Ah the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
The broom o' the cowdenknowes
Fain would I be in my ain country
Herding my father's ewes
Farewell, ye cowdenknowes, farewell
Farewell all pleasures there
To wonder by her side again
Is all I crave or care
Ah the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
The broom o' the cowdenknowes
Fain would I be in my ain country
Herding my father's ewes
Farewell, ye cowdenknowes, farewell
Farewell all pleasures there
To wonder by her side again
Is all I crave or care
Ah the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
The broom o' the cowdenknowes
Fain would I be in my ain country
Herding my father's ewes
Ah the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
The broom o' the cowdenknowes
Fain would I be in my ain country
Herding my father's ewes
The Broom of Cowdenknowes, Child ballad #217,
is traceable as far back as the early seventeenth century.
It is a tale of love, banishment and exile,
Cowdenknowes is in Berwickshire, near to the village of Earlston,
a place much a**ociated with the 13th century poet and prophet,
"Thomas The Rhymer". Broom is a yellow flowering shrub.