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 Ev'n the dull cattle stood and gaz'd,

Charm'd wi' his melody.

O, the broom, &c.

While thus we spent our time, by turns,

Betwixt the flocks and play,

I envied not the fairest dame.

Though e'er so rich and gay.

O, the broom, &c.

Hard fate! that I should banish'd be,

Gang heavily, and mourn,

Because I lov'd the kindest swain

That ever yet was born.

O, the broom, &c.

He did oblige me ev'ry hour;

Could I but faithful be?

He staw my heart; could I refuse

Whate'er he ask'd of me?

O, the broom, &c.

My doggie, and my little kit.

That held my wee soup whey,

My plaidie, broach, and crooked stick

Maun now lie useless by.

O, the broom, &c.

Adieu, ye Cowdenknowes, adieu!

Fareweel a'pleasures there!