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 I neither wanted ewe nor lamb,

While his flock round me lay,

He gather‘d in my sheep at night,

And cheer'd me all the day.

O the broom, &c.

He tun’d his pipe and reed sae sweet,

The birds stood list'ning by;

The fleecy flock stood still and gaz'd,

Charm'd wi' his melody.

O the broom, &c.

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, &c.

He did oblige me every hour,

Could I but faithful be,

He stole my heart, could I refuse,

What'er he ask'd of me.

O the broom, &c.

Hard fate that I must banish'd be,

Gang heavily and mourn,

Because l lov'd the kindest swain,

that ever yet was born.

O the broom, &c.