It was on last monday morning
The day appointed was
For me to go down to the broom
To meet my own true love
My heart so brisk and bonny
For to bare him company
For he’s low, low down in the broom
Waiting in the broom for me
I looked over my left shoulder
To see what I could see
And there I saw my own true love
Come tripping down to me
His heart so brisk and bonny
For to bear me company
For he’s low, low down in the broom
Waiting in the broom for me
I took hold of his hand
And gaily sang my heart
And now that we’re together
I know we never shall part
What part my love? No never.
Such a thing can never be
For he’s low, low down in the broom
Waiting in the broom for me
