‘The Broom blooms bonnie,’ from the recitation of Agnes Lyle, Kilbarchan.
1
‘There is a feast in your father’s house,
The broom blooms bonnie, and so is it fair
It becomes you and me to be very douce.’
And we’ll never gang up to the broom nae mair
2
‘Will you go to yon hill so hie,
Take your bow and your arrow wi thee.’
3