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Broomfield Hill Lyrics

A wager, a wager, five hundred pound and ten That you'll not go to the Broomfield Hill and a maid return again And oh she cried, and oh she sighed, and oh she made her moan Saying "shall I go to the Broomfield Hill or shall I stay at home? "For if I go to the Broomfield Hill, my maidenhead is gone "But if I chance to stay at home, why then I am foresworn."

There's thirteen months all in one year, as I've heard people say But the finest month year in all the year is the merry, merry month of May

And up there spoke an old witch-woman, as she sits all alone Saying, "You shall go to the Broomfield hill and a maid you shall return "For when you get to the Broomfield Hill, you will find your lover asleep "With his silken gown all under his head and a broom-cow at his feet "You take the blossom from off of the broom, the blossom that smells so sweet "And you lay it down all under his head and more at the soles of his feet"

There's thirteen months all in one year, as I've heard people say But the finest month year in all the year is the merry, merry month of May

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And when she got to the Broomfield Hill, she found her lover asleep With his hawk and his hound and his silk satin gown and his ribbons all down to his feet She's taken the blossom from off of the broom, the blossom that smells so sweet And the more she lay it round about, the sounder he did sleep She's taken the ribbon from off her finger and laid it at his right hand For to let him know when he awoke that she'd been there at his command

There's thirteen months all in one year, as I've heard people say But the finest month year in all the year is the merry, merry month of May

"Oh where were you my good grey steed, that I have loved so dear? "Why did you not stamp and waken me when there was a maiden here?" "Oh I stamped with my feet, master, and all my bells I rang "But there was nothing could waken you til she had been and gone" "Oh haste, haste, my good grey steed, for to come where she may be "Or all the birds in the Broomfield Hill will eat their fill of thee." "Oh you need not break your good grey steed by racing to her home "There's no bird flies faster through the wood than she flew through the broom"

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There's thirteen months all in one year, as I've heard people say But the finest month year in all the year is the merry, merry month of May

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Songwriter(s): Traditional, Martin Carthy, Dave Swarbrick
Record Label(s): 2011 Navigator Records
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