It was on last monday morning The day appointed was For me to go down to the broom To meet my own true love My heart so brisk and bonny For to bare him company For he’s low, low down in the broom Waiting in the broom for me
I looked over my left shoulder To see what I could see And there I saw my own true love Come tripping down to me His heart so brisk and bonny For to bear me company For he’s low, low down in the broom Waiting in the broom for me
I took hold of his hand And gaily sang my heart And now that we’re together I know we never shall part What part my love? No never. Such a thing can never be For he’s low, low down in the broom Waiting in the broom for me
