<p>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.</p>

Lyrics

<p>How blithe each morn was I to see</p>
<p>My lass come o&rsquo;er the hill</p>
<p>She skipped the burn and ran to me</p>
<p>I met her with good will.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Oh, the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom</p>
<p>The broom o' the Cowdenknowes</p>
<p>Fain would I be in the north country</p>
<p>Herding her father&rsquo;s ewes</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>We neither wanted ewes nor lambs</p>
<p>While the flock near us lay</p>
<p>She gathered in the sheep at night</p>
<p>And cheered me all the day</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Oh, the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom</p>
<p>The broom o' the Cowdenknowes</p>
<p>Fain would I be in the north country</p>
<p>Herding her father&rsquo;s ewes</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span id="more-1033"></span>Hard fate that I should banished be</p>
<p>Gone 'way o&rsquo;er lea and moor</p>
<p>Because I loved the fairest lass</p>
<p>That ever yet was born</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Oh, the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom</p>
<p>The broom o' the Cowdenknowes</p>
<p>Fain would I be in the north country</p>
<p>Herding her father&rsquo;s ewes</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Adieu, ye Cowdenknowes, adieu</p>
<p>Farewell all pleasures there</p>
<p>To wander by her side again</p>
<p>Is all I crave or care</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Oh, the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom</p>
<p>The broom o' the Cowdenknowes</p>
<p>Fain would I be in the north country</p>
<p>Herding her father&rsquo;s ewes</p>