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Tho' I were niimber'd with the dead.
My soul should hover round thy head
i may be turn'd a silent shade.
But cannot cease to love thee.
Wert thou but, &c.
BROOM OF COWDENKNOWS.
How blythe, ilk morn, was I to see
My swain come o'er the hill :
He skipt the burn, and flew to me ;
I met him wi' good will.
the broom, the bon?iy bonny brooms
The broom of Cowdenknoivs j
1 wish I were with my dear swain,
With his pipe and my ewes,
I neither wanted ewe nor lamb.
While his flock near me lay ;
He gather'd in my sheep at night.
And cheer'd me a* the day.
O the broom, &c.
He tun'd his pipe and reed sae sweet.
The birds stood list'ning by ;
Ev'n the dull cattle stood and gaz'd.
Charm 'd with his melody.
the broom, Szc.
While thus we spent our time, by turns
Betwixt our flocks and play,
I envy'd not the fairest dame,
Tho' ne'er sae rich and gay,
the broom, &c.

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