Of course we can:

How blithe was I each morn to see
My lass come o'er the hill!
She skipped the burn and ran to me.
I met her with good will.

CHORUS: Oh, the broom, the bonny, bonny broom,
The broom of the Cowdenknowes!
Fain would I be in my ane country,
Herding her father's ewes.

She neither herded ewes nor lambs
While the flock a-sleeping lay.
She gathered in the sheep at night
And cheered me all the day.
CHORUS: Oh, the broom...

It's hard that I should banished be
Gang o'er the lea and moor
Because I loved the fairest lass
That e'er on earth was born.
CHORUS: Oh, the broom...

Adieu, ye bonny ewes, adieu.
Farewell, all pleasure there.
To wander by her side again
Is all I crave or care.
CHORUS: Oh, the broom...

From the Black Family's / The Black Family CD DARA023

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