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lyrics
If you want a besom for to sweep your house
Come to me my lassies, you shall have your choice
Buy broom besoms, buy them when they're new
Bonny green broom besoms, better never grew
Besoms for a penny, rangers for a plack
If you will not buy, I'll tie them on my back
If I had a love I'd care not who he be
If he be half human that's enough for me
If he likes a droppie, then we will agree
If he doesn't like it, there's the more for me
As I was a roving o'er the hills so high
I met a buxom farmer with a roving eye
He tipped to me the wink I wrote to him the tune
I eased him of his chink a gathering of green broom
He ploughed the furrows deep and laid the corn so low
He left it there to keep just like green broom to grow
I'll bundle all my brooms and take them to the fair
I'll sell them all by wholesale, nursing's now my care