O the broom, the bonny, bonny broom,
The broom grows oer the burn!
Aye when she minds on his yellow hair,
She shall neer hae cause to mourn.
M
Buchan’s Ballads of the North of Scotland, I, 172.
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’Twas on a misty day, a fair maiden gay
Went out to the Cowdenknowes;