The Ballad of Green Broom

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Benjamin Britten - Pop

The Ballad of Green Broom

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There was an old man lived out in the wood And his trade was a-cutting of broom, green broom He had but one son without thought without good Who lay in his bed till 't was noon, bright noon 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 So Johnny arose and slipp'd on his clothes And away to the wood to cut broom, green broom He sharpen'd his knives, and for once he contrives To cut a great bundle of broom, green broom When Johnny pass'd under a Lady's fine house Pass'd under a Lady's fine room, fine room She call'd to her maid: "Go fеtch me," she said "Go fetch mе the boy that sells broom, green broom!" 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?" 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's none like the Boy that sold broom, green broom

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  • Benjamin Britten
  • Anonymous