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 (7) Her boſom will press, & her chains I will wear, Down amongſt the bonny beds of roſes. As we were a walking one morning in Spring, The winter going out,& the ſummer coming in, The cuckow ſang cuckow, yeu're welcome again And I pray you ſtay among these green bushes. The Broom of Cowden-Knows. the broom! the bonny, bonnv broom ! The broom of the Cowden Know's ! I wish I were with my dear ſwain, Miking my daddy's ewes. How blithe ilk morn was I to ſee My ſwam come o'er the hill! He leap'd the burn, and flew to me !! I met him with good-will. He tun'd his pipe and recd fae ſweet, The birds flood liſtening by! Even the dull cattle food amaz'd! Charm.d with his melody! I neither wanted ewe nor lamb, While his flock near me lay ; He gathers in my deep at e'en, And cheer'd me all the day! O the broom! &c.