From Daily Life in Stuart England by Jeffrey L. Forgeng (Westport, Conn.: Greenwood Publishing Group, 2007), page 199:


THE JOVIAL BROOM MAN
Words by Richard Climsell; tune, "The Slow Men of London" a.k.a. "Jamaica"

Room for a lad that's come from seas,
    Hey jolly broom-man,
That gladly now would take his ease,
    And therefore make me room, man.
To France, the Netherlands, Denmark, Spain,
    Hey jolly broom-man,
I crossed the seas and back again,
    And therefore make me room, man.

Yet in these countries livèd I,
And seen many a valiant soldier die.
An hundred gallants there I killed,
And beside a world of blood I spilled.

In Germany I took a town.
I threw the walls there upside down.
At Tilbury Camp with Captain Drake
I made the Spanish fleet to quake.

At Holland's Leaguer there I fought,
But there the service proved too hot.
Then from the League returnèd I,
Naked, hungry, cold and dry.

But here I have now compassed the globe,
I am back returned, as poor as Job;
And now I am safe returnèd back,
Here's to you in a cup of canary sack.

And now I am safe returnèd here,
Here's to you in a cup of English beer;
And if my travels you desire to see,
You may buy it for a penny here of me.