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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!
