Scottish Ballad - Anon

There is a feast in your father's house
The broom blooms bonnie and sae it is fair
It becomes you and I to be very douce
And we'll never gang down to the broom nae mair
He's howkit a grave, long, large and wide
The broom blooms bonnie and sae it is fair
He's buried his auld son doon by her side
And we'll never gang down to the broom nae mair
It was nae wonder his heart was sair
The broom blooms bonnie and sae it is fair
When he shool'd the mools on her yellow hair
And we'll never gang down to the broom nae mair