Текст песни The Broom Of The Cowdenknowes

Chorus (after each verse): Oh the broom, the bonnie bonnie broom Broom of the Cowdenknowes Fain would I be in the north country Herding his father's ewes How blithe each morn was I to see My lad come over the hill He skipped the burn and ran to me I met him with good will We neither herded ewes nor lamb While the flock near us lay He 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 lad That ever yet was born Adieu, ye Cowdenknowes, adieu Farewell all pleasures there To wander by his side again Is all I crave or care (Chorus 2x) 1