Rats. Not on internet. Here goes:

There was an old man, lived out in the woods
His trade was a-cutting of broom, green broom
He had but one son, without thrift, without good
Who lay in his bed till twas noon, bright noon

The old man awoke one morning and spoke
He swore he would fire the room, that room
If his John would not rise, and open his eyes
And away to the woods to cut broom, green broom

So Johnny arose and he slipped on his clothes
Away to the woods to cut broom, green broom
He sharpens his knives, for once he contrives
To cut a great bundle of broom, green broom

When Johnny passed under a lady's fine house
Passed under a lady's fine room, fine room
She called to her maid, go fetch me she said
Go fetch me the boy who sells broom, green broom

Then Johnny passed into the lady's fine house
And stood in the lady's fine room, fine room
Young Johnny she said, will you give up your trade
And marry a lady in bloom, full bloom

Johnny gave his consent and to church they both went
He wedded the lady in bloom, full bloom
At market and fair all the folks do declare
There's none like the boy who sold broom, hreen broom