LOW DOWN IN THE BROOM.
’TWAS on a Monday morning,
the day appointed was,
That Pate went forth into the broom,
to meet his bonny laſs;
Blyth and merry was his heart,
and ſweetly then ſung he,
She’s low down, she’s in the broom,
waiting for me;
Waiting for me, my dear,
waiting for me;
She’s low down, ſhe’s in the broom,
where merry ſhall we be:
Now Jenny ſhe’s gane down the burn,
and its to meet with Pate;
But what they ſaid and what they did,
we ſhortly ſhall repeat:
Blyth and merry was her heart,
and ſweetly then ſung ſhe,
He’s low down and in the broom,
waiting for me.Waiting for me, &c.
She looked o’er her left ſhoulder,
to ſee what ſhe could ſee,
And there ſhe ſpy’d her own true love,
come linking o'er the lee:
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
of falſe deluding men.But, &c.
Gleed Sandy he came weſt ae night,
and ſpier’d when I ſaw Pate;
And ay ſinſyne the neighbours round,
they jeer me air and late.But, &c.
They parted blyth and weel content,
fae merry may they be;
For a conſtant ſwain hath Patie prov’d,
and a kind Laſs was ſhe.
Ye’ve waited on me, my love,
ye’ve waited on me;
Ye’ve waited lang amang the broom,
now I am bound to the:
Sae let them fay, or let them do,
’tis a’ ane to me;
For I have vow’d to love you, Lad,
until the day I die.
the day appointed was,
That Pate went forth into the broom,
to meet his bonny laſs;
Blyth and merry was his heart,
and ſweetly then ſung he,
She’s low down, she’s in the broom,
waiting for me;
Waiting for me, my dear,
waiting for me;
She’s low down, ſhe’s in the broom,
where merry ſhall we be:
Now Jenny ſhe’s gane down the burn,
and its to meet with Pate;
But what they ſaid and what they did,
we ſhortly ſhall repeat:
Blyth and merry was her heart,
and ſweetly then ſung ſhe,
He’s low down and in the broom,
waiting for me.Waiting for me, &c.
She looked o’er her left ſhoulder,
to ſee what ſhe could ſee,
And there ſhe ſpy’d her own true love,
come linking o'er the lee:
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
of falſe deluding men.But, &c.
Gleed Sandy he came weſt ae night,
and ſpier’d when I ſaw Pate;
And ay ſinſyne the neighbours round,
they jeer me air and late.But, &c.
They parted blyth and weel content,
fae merry may they be;
For a conſtant ſwain hath Patie prov’d,
and a kind Laſs was ſhe.
Ye’ve waited on me, my love,
ye’ve waited on me;
Ye’ve waited lang amang the broom,
now I am bound to the:
Sae let them fay, or let them do,
’tis a’ ane to me;
For I have vow’d to love you, Lad,
until the day I die.