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Thread #164796   Message #3948218
Posted By: Mick Pearce (MCP)
05-Sep-18 - 07:37 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Buy Broom Besons?/Besoms/Buzzems
Subject: Lyr Add: BUY BROOM BESOMS (from Catnach)
The Catnach version I mentioned is actually a version of I Am A Besom Maker (Roud 910) as opposed to Buy Broom Besoms (Roud 1623). There are plenty of broadside versions at the Bodleian and it was collected by several collectors (Baring-Gould, Sharp, Vaughan-Williams at least). Looking at the some of the collected tunes, the verse is usually different from Buy Broom Besoms, but the chorus has a similarity. All examples seem to be later than Buy Broom Besoms; I still suspect that the chorus of BBB was adapted to the new song - any opinions, Steve?

Here's the text from Holloway and Black.

Mick


Buy Broom Besoms

Printed and sold by J. Catnach, 2, Monmouth Court, 7 Dials.

Sold by T. Batchelar, 14 Hackney Road Crescent; Bennett, Brighton, and Pierce, Southborough

I am a besom maker, listen to my tale,
I am a besom maker, lives in yonder vale,
Sweet pleasures I enjoy both morning, night and noon,
Going over the hills so high a gathering of green broom.

CHORUS
Come buy my besoms, besoms fine and new,
Bonny green broom besoms, better never grew.

One day as I was roving, over the hills so high,
I met with a rakish squire, all with a rolling eye,
He tipt to me the wink, I wrote to him the tune,
I eas'd him of his jink, a gathering of green broom

One day as I was turning to my native vale
I met Jack Sprat, the miller, he asked me turn tale
His mill I rattled round, I ground the girls so clean
I eas'd him of his jink in gathering broom so green

One day as I was turning to my native cot,
I met a buxom farmer, happy was his lot,
He plough'd his furrows deep, & laid his corn so low
He left it there to keep her, like green broom to grow

When the corn grew up to its native soil,
A pretty sweet young baby soon on me did smile,
I bundled up my besoms and took them to the fair,
And sold them all by wholesale nursing now's my care.


(jink=money)