Green Brooms

There was a man and he lived in the east

His trade, it was cutting down brooms, green brooms

He had a son and his name was John

And he stayed in bed until noon, 'til noon

He stayed in bed until noon

So the father arose and up to John goes

He swore he would burn his room, gay room

If he didn't rise and sharpen his knives

And go down to the wood to cut brooms, green brooms

And go down to the wood to cut brooms

So Johnny went on down through the green wood

'Til he came to a castle of fame, fame, fame

He spied a fair maid and he stood at the gate

Crying, "Fair maid, do you want any brooms, green brooms?

Fair maid, do you want any brooms?"

This lady, being up in her window so high

She spied this young man so terribly neat

She said to her maid, "Go down to the gate

And call in this young man with his brooms, green brooms

Call in this young man with his brooms"

So Johnny went into this castle so great

And entered this lady's room, gay room

She gave him a chair and she bid him sit down

Crying, "You're welcome, young man, with your brooms, green brooms

You're welcome, young man, with your brooms"

They sent for the priest and married they were

All in this lady's room, gay room

So boys, will we drink? Or what do you think?

There is nothing like cutting down brooms, green brooms

There's nothing like cutting down brooms, green brooms

There's nothing like cutting down brooms

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