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Title
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Bizzoms
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Singer
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Brice, Joshua
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
I am a bizzom maker,
The truth to you I'll tell.
I am a bizzom maker,
I live in yonder dell;
Pleasure I do take,
Morning, night and noon,
Tripping over the hills,
And I gather all sweet broom.
Chorus
Who'll buy my bizzoms,
Bizzoms fine and new?
Come and buy my bizzoms,
Better never grew.
Verse 2
As I walked over the hills,
Twas on a summer's day;
I met a rakish squire,
With a black and roving eye;
He tips to me the wink,
I gave to him the tune;
She eased me of my jingle o,
To gather all sweet broom.
Chorus
Verse 3
As I walked out one night,
Twas from my native cot;
I met Jack Sprat the miller,
Happy was his lot;
His mill I rattled round,
I ground the grits so clean;
I eased him of his chink,
In gathering broom so clean.
Chorus
Verse 4
One day as I was turning,
To my native cot,
I met a buxom farmer,
Happy was his lot;
I ploughed my furrow deep,
I plant my seed so low;
I left it in the soil,
Young bizzoms for to grow.
Chorus
Verse 5
I packed up my bizzoms,
I carries hens to fair;
I sold my bizzoms of the best,
And spent the profit there;
Bizzoms in the kitchen,
Bizzoms in the hall;
Bizzoms in the parlour,
Among the ladies all.
