گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
How blithe, was I, each morn tae see
My lassie come o'er yon hill
She leapt the burn and she ran tae me
I met her wi' good will.
CHORUS:
O the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
The broom o' the Cowdenknowes
Fain would I be in my ain country
Guardin' her father's yowes (ewes)
Hard, the fate, that I should banished be
Gang wearily and mourn
Because I lou'd the fairest lass
That ever yet was born
Farewell, ye Cowdenknowes, Farewell
Farewell all the pleasures there
Tae wander by her side again
Is all I crave or care
