The Broomfield Hill

"I'll wager, I'll wager wi' you, fair maid

Five hundred merks and ten

That ye winna go tae the bonnie broom fields

And return back a maiden again"

Leatherum thee thou and aw

Madam, I'm wi' you

And the seal o' me be abrachee

Fair maiden, I'm for you

"I'll wager, I'll wager wi' you, kind sir

Five hundred merks and ten

That I will go tae the bonnie broom fields

And return back a maiden again"

When she cam tae the bonnie broom hills

Her lover lay fast asleep

Wi' his silvery bells and the gay old oak

And the broomstick under his heid

Nine times 'roond the croon o' his heid

And nine times 'roond his feet

Nine times she kissed his rosy lips

And his breath wis wondrous sweet

She's taen the ring frae her finger

Placed it on his breist bane

And a' for a token that she'd been there

That she'd been there and gane

Greetin', oh greetin' gaed she oot

An' a-singin' cam she in

'Twas a' for the safety o' her body

And the wager she had won

"Whaur wis ye, ma bonnie gray hound

That I coft ye sae dear?

Ye didna wauken me frae ma sleep

Whan ye kent ma love was here"

"I scraped ye wi' ma fit, maister

And ma collar bell, it rang

And still the mair that I did scrape

Awauken wid ye nane"

"Haste and haste, ma gude white steed

Tae come the maiden till

Or a' the birds o' the gude green wood

O' your flesh shall hae their fill"

"Ye needna burst yer gude white steed

Wi' racing ower the howm

Nae bird flies faster through the wood

Than she fled through the broom"