The Broom o the Cowdenknowes

Refrain:
O the broom, the bonny bonny broom
The broom o the Cowdenknowes
Fain would I be wi my ain true love
(?) yowes

Blithe I (?) tae see
My love come oer the hill
(?) tae me
(?) wi good will

(Refrain)

(?) and (?)
The (?) stood (?)
Even the (?) stood and (?)
(?)

(Refrain)


Weave and Spin

At the east end of town at the foot of the hill
There's a chimney so tall: it says Belfast Mill

There's no smoke at all comin out o the stack
Now the mill has shut down and it's never comin back

Refrain:
And the only tune I hear is the sound of the wind
As she blows through the town: Weave and spin, weave and spin

There's no children playin in the dark narrow streets
Now the mill has shut down it's so quiet I can't sleep

(Refrain)

Well I'm too old to work And I'm too young to die
Tell me where will I go now, my family and I?

(Refrain)

At the east end of town at the foot of the hill
There's a chimney so tall: it says Belfast Mill

There's no smoke at all comin out o the stack
Now the mill has shut down and it's never comin back

(Refrain)
As she blows through the town: Weave and spin, weave and spin


Lowlands of Holland

Last night as I was married and in the marriage bed
Up came a bold sea captain and he stood at my bed head
Saying, Arise, arise, ye married man, and come along with me
To the Lowlands of Holland to fight your enemy

For Holland is a lovely place, though in it grows no grain
(?) place of residence for sailors to remain
Where the sugar cane grows plenty, love, and tea grows on each tree
And the Lowlands of Holland have twined my love and me

My love he built a bonny boat and he set her on the sea
With seven score good mariners to bear her company
Now there's three score is dead, my love, and three score drowned at sea
And the Lowlands of Holland have twined my love and me

There shall neither (?) come on my head, nor comb come through my hair
There shall neither coal nor candlelight shine in my bower mair
Nor will I love another man until the day I dee
Since the Lowlands of Holland have twined my love and me

O hold your tongue, my daughter dear, lie still and be content
There's other lads in Galloway and ye needna sair lament
No there is nane in Galloway, there's nane at all for me
But the Lowlands of Holland have twined my love and me


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