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The Text was sent to Percy in by R Lambe of Norham The ballad is widely known in Scotland under several titles but the most usual is The Broom of Cowdenknows which was the title used by Scott in the Minstrelsy	A
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The Story is not consistently told in this version as in the daughter gives away her secret to her father in an absurd fashion	B
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An English song printed as a broadside about The Lovely Northerne Lasse is directed to be sung 'to a pleasant Scotch tune called The broom of Cowden Knowes ' It is a poor variant of our ballad in the usual broadside style and cannot have been written by any one fully acquainted with the Scottish ballad It is in the Roxburghe Douce and other collections	A
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THE LAIRD OF KNOTTINGTON	B
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There was a troop of merry gentlemen	B
Was riding atween twa knows	A
And they heard the voice of a bonny lass	A
In a bught milking her ews	A
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There's ane o' them lighted frae off his steed	C
And has ty'd him to a tree	D
And he's gane away to yon ew bught	C
To hear what it might be	D
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'O pity me fair maid ' he said	C
'Take pity upon me	D
O pity me and my milk white steed	C
That's trembling at yon tree '	-
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'As for your steed he shall not want	C
The best of corn and hay	E
But as to you yoursel' kind sir	F
I've naething for to say '	-
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He's taen her by the milk white hand	C
And by the green gown sleeve	G
And he has led her into the ew bught	C
Of her friends he speer'd nae leave	G
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He has put his hand in his pocket	C
And given her guineas three	D
'If I dinna come back in half a year	H
Then luke nae mair for me	D
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'Now show to me the king's hie street	C
Now show to me the way	E
Now show to me the king's hie street	C
And the fair water of Tay '	-
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She show'd to him the king's hie street	C
She show'd to him the way	E
She show'd him the way that he was to go	I
By the fair water of Tay	E
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When she came hame her father said	C
'Come tell to me right plain	B
I doubt you've met some in the way	E
You have not been your lain '	-
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'The night it is baith mist and mirk	I
You may gan out and see	D
The night is mirk and misty too	C
There's nae body been wi' me	D
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'There was a tod came to your flock	I
The like I ne'er did see	D
When he spake he lifted his hat	C
He had a bonny twinkling ee '	-
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When fifteen weeks were past and gane	B
Full fifteen weeks and three	D
Then she began to think it lang	I
For the man wi' the twinkling ee	D
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It fell out on a certain day	E
When she cawd out her father's ky	I
There was a troop of gentlemen	B
Came merrily riding by	J
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'Weel may ye sigh and sob ' says ane	B
'Weel may you sigh and see	D
Weel may you sigh and say fair maid	C
Wha's gotten this bairn wi' thee '	-
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She turned hersel' then quickly about	C
And thinking meikle shame	K
'O no kind sir it is na sae	D
For it has a dad at hame '	-
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'O hawd your tongue my bonny lass	D
Sae loud as I hear you lee	D
For dinna you mind that summer night	C
I was in the bught wi' thee '	-
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He lighted off his milk white steed	C
And set this fair maid on	B
'Now caw out your ky good father ' he said	C
'She'll ne'er caw them out again	B
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'I am the laird of Knottington	B
I've fifty plows and three	D
I've gotten now the bonniest lass	D
That is in the hale country '	-

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