LOW DOWN IN THE BROOM

It was last Monday morning, the day appointed was
For me to go down to the broom, to meet my bonny lad
How sweet and pleasant was the day
I kept 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 whom I could see
There I saw my own true love, come running down to me
His heart so brisk and bonny
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
As long as we're together, I hope we ne'er shall part
Oh part my dear, no never
Such a thing can never be
For he's low, low down in the broom
Waiting in the broom for me.

For he's low, low down in the broom
Waiting in the broom for me.

: a fragment of a fuller broadside, collected from an old Sussex singer around the turn of last century ...

from the singing of Frankie Armstrong, but also "recently" recorded by Coope, Boyes and Simpson ...

Cheers! RJB