The Broom of Cowdenknows Songtext / Lyric

Then one of them stopt, and said to her,
Whae's aught that baby ye are wi?
The lassie began for to blush, and think,
To a father as good as ye. O had your tongue, my bonny may,
Sae loud I hear you lie!
O dinae you mind the misty night
I was in the bught with thee?

Now he's come aff his milk-white steed,
And he has taen her hame:
Now let your father bring hame the kye
You neer mair shall a them agen.

He was the laird of Auchentrone,
With fifty ploughs and three,
And he has gotten the bonniest lass
In a' the south countrie.

*note: kye=cow