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She's low down, she's in the broom,
waiting for me;
Waiting for me, my dear,
waiting for me;
She's low down, she's in the broom,
where merry shall we be.

Now Jenny she's gane down the broom
and it's to meet wi' Pare;
But what they said, & what they did,
we shortly shall repeat:
Blyth and merry was her heart,
and sweetly then sung she,
He's low down and in the broom,
waiting for me.
Waiting on me, &c.

She looked o'er her left shoulder,
to see what she could see,
And there the spy'd her own true love
come linking o'er the lee;
With his little bonnet on his head,
his plaid above his knee;
And he's coming skipping o'er the broom,
for to meet with me,
for to meet with me, &c.

He took his true love in his arms,
sae merry was his heart,
And said, my life, my lovely jewel,
my dear, we'll never part;