Was i the ewe-bught, milking her ewes.’
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She’s taen her milk-pail on her head,
And she gaed singing hame;
But a’ that her auld father did say,
‘Daughter, ye’ve tarried lang.’
‘O the broom, the bonny, bonny broom,
The broom o the Cowdenknowes!
Aye sae sair’s I may rue the day,
In the ewe-bughts, milking my ewes.