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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
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
