he tooke her in his armes,
And with a kisse he smiling said,
‘Ile shield thee from all harmes,
And instantly will marry thee,
to ease thee of thy woes,
And goe with thee to the North Country,
to milke thy dadyes ewes.’
With, O the broome, the bonny broome,
the broome of Cowden Knoes!
Faine would I be in the North Country,