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So Jack he aroſe and put on his clothes,
he curſed, he ſwore, and he foam’d, foam’d, foam’d,
That a man of ſuch blood, and learning ſo good,
ſhould go to the wood to cut broom, green broom,
ſhould go to the wood to cut broom.

So Jack he paſs’d on, to the green wood he’s gone,
for to gather a bundle of broom, green broom:
He curs’d and he ſwore that he ne’er would go more,
unto the wood for to cut broom, green broom,
unto the wood for to cut broom.

So Jack he paſs’d on, till where he was not known,
’till he came to a caſtle of fame, fame, fame,
He tapp’d at the gate as loud as he could ſpeak,
ſaying, maids, will ye buy any broom, green broom,
ſaying, maids, will ye buy any broom.

There was a Lady up high and ſhe did him eſpy,
and his beauty ſet her in a flame, flame flame;
She call’d to her maids as loud as the could ſpeak,
call in that fair youth and his broom, green broom,
call in that fair youth and his broom.

So Jack tripp’d up ſtairs without dread or fear,
till he came to this fair Lady’s room, room, room,
Then ſmiling, ſhe ſaid, would you quite your trade,
and marry a Lady in bloom, bloom, bloom,
and marry a Lady in bloom.

I would, I proteſt, then Jack, he reply’d,
but how dare I the ſame preſume, preſume,
With compliments fine he pleaſur’d her mind:
ſo this couple were wed in room, room, room,
ſo this couple were wed in the room.

There is no broom-cutter that lives in the weſt,
but calls at this fair Lady’s room, room, room,
There’s money, meat and drink, boys, what do you think;
there’s no trade like the making of broom, green broom,
There’s no trade like the making of broom.