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 fetch me," she said, "Go fetch me 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.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "The Ballad of Green Broom", 1950, from Five Flower Songs, no. 5. [text verified 1 time]
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- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Wijtse Rodenburg) , title 1: "Brem, groene Brem...", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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