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0, the broom, the bonny, bonny broom The broom o' the Cowdenknowes Fain would I be with my ain true love Wi' his pipy and my ewes How blithe I was each morn to see My love come o' er the hill He left the burn and he blew tae me I met him wi' good will Chorus I neither wanted ewe nor lamb When his blass lay by me He gathered in my sheep at night And he cheered me all the day Chorus He tuned his pipe and reed sae sweet The birds stood list'ning by Even the dull cattle stood and gaz 'd Charm 'd with his melody Chorus
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9th December 1999