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C.J.S.

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1

There was an old man lived out in the wood,

His trade was a-cutting of Broom, green Broom;

He had but one son without thrift, without good,

Who lay in his bed till 'twas noon, bright noon.

2

The old man awoke, one morning and spoke,

He swore he would fire the room, that room,

If his John would not rise and open his eyes,

And away to the wood to cut Broom, green Broom.

3

So Johnny arose, and he slipped on his clothes,

And away to the wood to cut Broom, green Broom,

He sharpened his knives, for once he contrives

To cut a great bundle of Broom, green Broom.

4

When Johnny passed under a lady's fine house,

Passed under a lady's fine room, fine room,

She called to her maid, "Go fetch me," she said,

"Go fetch me the boy that sells Broom, green Broom."

5

When Johnny came into the lady's fine house,

And stood in the lady's fine room, fine room,

"Young Johnny," she said, "Will you give up your trade,

And marry a lady in bloom, full bloom?"

6

Johnny gave his consent, and to church they both went,

And he wedded the lady in bloom, full bloom.

At market and fair, all folks do declare,

There is none like the Boy that sold Broom, green Broom.