The broom o the Cowdenknowes!
And aye sae sair as I rue the day
I met you, milking my ewes.
31
‘And aye as ye spake, ye lifted your hat,
Ye had a merry winking ee;
I ken you well to be the man,
Then kind sir, O pity me!’
32
‘Win up, win up, fair maiden,’ he said,