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Rh Mere pleasing far are Cowdenknows, My peaceful happy home, Where I was wont to milk my ewes, At ev’n, among the broom.

Ye pow'rs that haunt the woods and plains. Where Tweed with Tiviot flows, Convey me to the best of swains, And my lov’d Cowdenknows.

N frae the Highlands she cam, The bonny braw Lawlands to saw, But it was na wi’ fife or wi’ drum, She wad march frae her country awa. Twas just wi’ the pipes playing merry, She stappit the heather alang A drap Usquebagh made her cheery, And she kept up her heart wi’ a sang, O the Highlands sae gran’, And O the Lawlands sae braw! But mony gude thing’s in the Highlands, The Lawlands the like never saw.

Then niest in the big town o’ Glasco’ She wad be a merchant hersel’. Syne open’d a warehouse sae muckle, Gude whisky and sneeshin to sell; For she liked baith unco weel, And she had a plentiful store;