Lang, lang she thought ere her ewes woud bught,
Wi her pail for to milk the ewes.
O the broom, the bonny, bonny broom,
The broom o the Cowdenknowes!
And aye sae sweet as the lassie sang,
In the ewe-bught, milking her ewes.
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And aye as she sang the greenwoods rang,
Her voice was sae loud and shrill;
They heard the voice o this well-far’d maid