Since no one has yet posted the lyrics from the Bodleian collection, I will do so here. Transcribed by me with the spelling and punctuation somewhat modernized (to make it more easily found with a search engine).

THE LISH YOUNG BUY-A-BROOM

As I was travelling in the north country,
Near Kirby Stephen it happened to be,
As I was a-wandering up and down the street,
A pretty lassie I chanced for to meet.

CHORUS: She was right. I was tight.
Every one has their way.
She was a lish young buy-a-broom
That led me astray.

She kindly asked me to go with her.
"Yes" was the answer to her I did say,
And I with the music went playing down the street,
And she with the tambourine she beat both hands and feet.

I treat her with brandy. I treat her with beer.
I kissed her. I coddled her. I called her my dear.
She treat me with whiskey, both ale, gin and rum.
She says, "My bold young fellow, you shall beat my little drum."

The night now coming on, good lodgings we did find.
There was eighty beds of all sorts, and plenty of good wine.
There was good beds and bedding as need to be seen,
And I rolled her in my arms that night upon the screen.

'Twas early next morning before the break of day,
We called upon the landlady to see what was to pay.
"There is fourteen and sixpence just for you two."
A five-pound note on the table my darling then she threw.

Then as we steered for Kendal, the weather it being dry,
And over yon wild mountain, went over her and I;
We had each a little bottle that was full to the top,
And when that we grew dry, we took each a little drop.

When we arrived at Kendal, being all dressed so fine,
New velvet cap and jacket, fine buckles they did shine;
We had each a long ribbon hung down from our cap.
There was nineteen bright sovereigns my darling in a slap.

The reason why we parted, I mean to let you hear.
She wanted me to go to Germany for to remain her dear,
But I not being willing all for to cross the sea,
Here's good luck unto my darling wherever that she be.