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Title
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Jack and his brooms
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Singer
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Sessions, Mary Mrs.
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
There was an old man and he lived in the west,
And his trade it was selling a brooms;
He had an idle boy Jack for his son,
And he lay in bed till 'twas noon, 'twas noon,
And lay in bed till 'twas noon.
Verse 2
The old man he rose in a passion he goes,
And swore he would fire the broom
If he didn't fit up and go to the woods,
And cut him a bundle of broom, green broom
And cut him a bundle of broom.
Verse 3
Then Jack he arose and pulled on his clothes
And away to the woods he did [?]
Saying I am a poor lad and my pastime is bad
So I am come here to cut brooms, green broom
So I am come here to cut green brooms.
Verse 4
Jack cut them and went along the highway
Till he came to a place far from home
And the people [?] what Jack had to sell
Till his speech it was crying a brooms, green broom
Till his speech was crying a brooms.
Verse 5
A Lady looked out of her window so high
And called for her servant to come
You go down to the gate and let the youth in
For I fancy both him and his brooms, green brooms,
I fancy both him and his brooms.
Verse 6
A lady I am and a Lady by name
And all that I have is my own
If you marry me your own it shall be
And no longer go selling a brooms green brooms
And no longer go selling a broom.
Verse 7
Jack gave his consent
To the parson they went
And he married them both in broom
Here's victuals and drink boys what do you think
I got it by selling a broom, green broom,
I got it by selling a broom.
