Christine Kydd - Buy Broom Besoms

I am a besom maker, come listen to my tale

I am a besom maker, I live in yonder vale

Sweet pleasure I enjoy, both morning, night and noon

Going over the hills a-gathering of green broom

Come buy my besoms, besoms fine and new,

Bonny green broom besoms, better never grew

One day as I was roving, over the hills so high

I met with a rakish squire, all with a rolling eye

He tipp'd to me the wink, I wrote to him the tune

I eased him of his gink, a-gathering of green broom

Come buy my besoms, besoms fine and new,

Bonny green broom besoms, better never grew

One day as I was turning all to my native vale

I met Jack Spratt the miller, he asked me to turn tail

His mill I rattled round, I ground the grists so clean

I eased him of his gink, a-gathering of green broom

Come buy my besoms, besoms fine and new,

Bonny green broom besoms, better never grew

One day I was returning all to my native cot

I met a buxom farmer, so happy was his lot

He ploughed his furrows deep and laid his corn so low

He left it there to keep, just like green brooms to grow

Come buy my besoms, besoms fine and new,

Bonny green broom besoms, better never grew

Now when the corn grew up, all in its native soil

A pretty sweet young baby soon on me did smile

I'll bundle up my besoms and take them to the fair

And sell them all by wholesale, nursing's now my care

Come buy my besoms, besoms fine and new,

Bonny green broom besoms, better never grew