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THE BRUME O' THE COWDENKNOWES.
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flew to me: I met liim with good-will. Oh, the brume, the
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bon - nie, bon - nie brume ! The brume o' the Cow - den-
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knowes! I wish I were with my dear swain, With
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his pipe and my yowes.
How blithe, ilk morn, was I to see
My swain come o'er the "Hill !
He skipt the burn and flew to me :
I met him with good-will.
Oh, the brume, the bonnie, bonnie brume !
The brume o' the Cowdenknowes !
I wish I were with my dear swain,
With his pipe and my yowes.
I wanted neither yowe nor lamb,
While his flock near me lay ;
He gathered in my sheep at night,
And cheered me a' the day.
He tuned his pipe, and played sae sweet,
The birds sat listening bye ;
E'en the dull cattle stood and gazed,
Charmed with the melodye.

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