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 Chorus. O! the broom, the bonny bonny broom,

The broom of the Cowdenknowes;

I wish I were with my dear swain,

With his pipe and my ewes.

I neither wanted ewe nor lamb,

When his flocks near me lay;

He gather’d in my sheep at night,

And cheer’d me a’ the day.

O! the broom,

He tun’d his pipe and and reed so sweet,

The birds sat list’ning by;

The fleecy sheep stood still and gaz’d,

Charm’d with his melody.

O! the broom,

While thus we spent our time by turns,

Betwixt our flocks and play,

I envy’d not the fairest dame,

Though e'er so rich and gay.

O! the broom,

He did oblige me every hour,

Could I but faithful be?

He stole my heart, cou’d I refuse,

Whate'er he ask'd of me!

O! the broom,

Hard fate, that I must banish’d be,

Gang heavily and mourn,

Because I lov’d the kindest swain

That ever yet was born.

O! the broom,