The Girl I Left Behind Me/Low Down in the Broom
LOW DOWN IN THE BROOM.
’TWAS on a Monday morning,
the day appointed was,
That Pate went forth into the broom,
to meet his bonny lass;
Blyth and merry was his heart,
and sweetly then sung he,
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 burn,
and its to meet with Pate;
But what they said and 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 for me, &c.
She looked o’er her left shoulder,
to see what she could see,
And there she spy’d her own true love,
come linking o'er the lee:
With his little bonnet on his head,
his plaid above his knee;
He’s coming skipping o’er the broom,
for to meet with me.For to meet, &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,
He said, my dear, we’ll never part,
until the day we die,
And since we’re down among the broom,
merry shall we be.Merry shall we be, &c.
Hold off your hand, young man, she faid,
and do not use me so,
For little does my father,
or yet my mother know
And they will wonder in their minds,
what is become of me,
They’ll little think I’m in the broom,
talking with thee.Talking, &c.
My daddy is a cankard carle,
he’ll no twin wi’ his gear:
My minny she’s a scolding wife,
hauds a’ the house asteer:
But let them say, or let them do,
its a’ ane to me;
For he’s low down, he’s in the broom,
that waited on me.Waited on &c.
My aunty Kate sits at her wheel,
and fair she lightlies me;
But well ken I its a’ envy,
for ne’er a joe has she.But let, &c.
My cousin Kate was fair beguild,
wi Johny i’ the Glen;
And ay sinsyne, she cries, Beware
of false deluding men.But, &c.
Gleed Sandy he came west ae night,
and spier’d when I saw Pate;
And ay sinsyne the neighbours round,
they jeer me air and late.But, &c.
They parted blyth and weel content,
sae merry may they be;
For a constant swain hath Patie prov’d,
and a kind Lass was she.
Ye’ve waited on me, my love,
ye’ve waited on me;
Ye’ve waited lang amang the broom,
now I am bound to the:
Sae let them say, or let them do,
’tis a’ ane to me;
For I have vow’d to love you, Lad,
until the day I die.
the day appointed was,
That Pate went forth into the broom,
to meet his bonny lass;
Blyth and merry was his heart,
and sweetly then sung he,
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 burn,
and its to meet with Pate;
But what they said and 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 for me, &c.
She looked o’er her left shoulder,
to see what she could see,
And there she spy’d her own true love,
come linking o'er the lee:
With his little bonnet on his head,
his plaid above his knee;
He’s coming skipping o’er the broom,
for to meet with me.For to meet, &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,
He said, my dear, we’ll never part,
until the day we die,
And since we’re down among the broom,
merry shall we be.Merry shall we be, &c.
Hold off your hand, young man, she faid,
and do not use me so,
For little does my father,
or yet my mother know
And they will wonder in their minds,
what is become of me,
They’ll little think I’m in the broom,
talking with thee.Talking, &c.
My daddy is a cankard carle,
he’ll no twin wi’ his gear:
My minny she’s a scolding wife,
hauds a’ the house asteer:
But let them say, or let them do,
its a’ ane to me;
For he’s low down, he’s in the broom,
that waited on me.Waited on &c.
My aunty Kate sits at her wheel,
and fair she lightlies me;
But well ken I its a’ envy,
for ne’er a joe has she.But let, &c.
My cousin Kate was fair beguild,
wi Johny i’ the Glen;
And ay sinsyne, she cries, Beware
of false deluding men.But, &c.
Gleed Sandy he came west ae night,
and spier’d when I saw Pate;
And ay sinsyne the neighbours round,
they jeer me air and late.But, &c.
They parted blyth and weel content,
sae merry may they be;
For a constant swain hath Patie prov’d,
and a kind Lass was she.
Ye’ve waited on me, my love,
ye’ve waited on me;
Ye’ve waited lang amang the broom,
now I am bound to the:
Sae let them say, or let them do,
’tis a’ ane to me;
For I have vow’d to love you, Lad,
until the day I die.