An excellent New Song Entituled, the
New way of the Broom of Cowden
Knows.
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HArd Fate that I should banisht be
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And Rebell ealled with Scorn,
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For serving of a Lovely Prince,
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As e'er yet was Born,
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O the Broom the Bonny Broom
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The Broom of Cowding knows,
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I wish his Frinds had Stayed at home
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Milking there Dadys Ewes.
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My trustie Targe and good Claymore
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Must now ly useless by;
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My Pleding Trows that heretofore
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I wore so Cheerfully.
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O the Broom, etc.
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Aduie old Albain I say,
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Farewell all pleasures there,
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Till I come back to my own Land,
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which I hope to see once more
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O the Braom etc.
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Most cheerfully he did come or'e
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Sent Taklings to the North,
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But Judas like he was betray'd
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By Huntly, not Seaforth,
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O the Broom' etc.
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O! Wretched Huntly vail thy Face,
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Thy K--g and Countrys gone,
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And many Valiant Scot thou hast
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By Treachery undone.
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O the Broom, etc.
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But since the French doth take our part
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my fears Dispelled be
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I hope few months will endour smart
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And we our Friends shall see
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O! the Broom. etc.
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The Noble Sweed our Friend appears
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The Christian King also,
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The King of Spain Britan not fears
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That he will them o're thro
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O the Broom, etc.
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O blessed LORD let King George ring
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Let Scotland happy be,
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And I shall not my Fate bemoan,
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What ever happen's me,
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O! the Broom, etc.
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Well meet our Friends with Noble Heart,
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Attired with Armour clear
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Who him opose shall feel our Darts,
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Like Old Scot Men of Weir,
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O the Broom, etc.
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Then happay Days and Pace well have
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Content in every place,
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Ashamed all the Rouges shall be,
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And Honest Men shall have Place
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O the Broom, the bonny Broom
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The Broom af Cowden-Knows,
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I wish his Friends had stayed at home
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a Milking of the Ewes.
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