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I'll Remember You, Love, in My Prayers

Broom o' the Cowdenknowes

04:48
05/02/2003
traditional

Story

Easily the oldest song we do, this one dates to 17th-century Scotland. We learned it from an old Archie Fisher disc and added harmony to make up for the fact that nobody sounds as sweet and rich as Archie.

Lyrics

How blithe each morn was I to see

My lass come o’er the hill

She skipped the burn and ran to me

I met her with good will.

 

Oh, 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 wanted ewes nor lambs

While the flock near us lay

She gathered in the sheep at night

And cheered me all the day

 

Oh, the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom

The broom o' the Cowdenknowes

Fain would I be in the north country

Herding her father’s ewes

 

Hard fate that I should banished be

Gone 'way o’er lea and moor

Because I loved the fairest lass

That ever yet was born

 

Oh, the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom

The broom o' the Cowdenknowes

Fain would I be in the north country

Herding her father’s ewes

 

Adieu, ye Cowdenknowes, adieu

Farewell all pleasures there

To wander by her side again

Is all I crave or care

 

Oh, the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom

The broom o' the Cowdenknowes

Fain would I be in the north country

Herding her father’s ewes