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There was a knight and lady bright	A
Set trysts amo the broom	B
The one to come at morning eav	C
The other at afternoon	D
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I'll wager a wager wi' you he said	E
An hundred marks and ten	F
That ye shall not go to Broomfield Hills	G
Return a maiden again	F
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I'll wager a wager wi' you she said	E
A hundred pounds and ten	F
That I will gang to Broomfield Hills	G
A maiden return again	F
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The lady stands in her bower door	H
And thus she made her mane	I
Oh shall I gang to Broomfield Hills	G
Or shall I stay at hame	B
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If I do gang to Broomfield Hills	G
A maid I'll not return	J
But if I stay from Broomfield Hills	G
I'll be a maid mis sworn	K
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Then out it speaks an auld witch wife	C
Sat in the bower aboon	K
O ye shall gang to Broomfield Hills	G
Ye shall not stay at hame	B
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But when ye gang to Broomfield Hills	G
Walk nine times round and round	L
Down below a bonny burn bank	M
Ye'll find your love sleeping sound	L
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Ye'll pu the bloom frae off the broom	B
Strew't at his head and feet	N
And aye the thicker that ye do strew	O
The sounder he will sleep	P
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The broach that is on your napkin	K
Put it on his breast bane	K
To let him know when he does wake	Q
That's true love's come and gane	K
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The rings that are on your fingers	R
Lay them down on a stane	K
To let him know when he does wake	Q
That's true love's come and gane	K
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And when he hae your work all done	K
Ye'll gang to a bush o' broom	B
And then you'll hear what he will say	S
When he sees ye are gane	K
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When she came to Broomfield Hills	G
She walked it nine times round	L
And down below yon burn bank	M
She found him sleeping sound	L
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She pu'd the bloom frae off the broom	B
Strew'd it at 's head and feet	N
And aye the thicker that she strewd	N
The sounder he did sleep	P
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The broach that was on her napkin	K
She put it on his breast bane	K
To let him know when he did wake	Q
His love was come and gane	K
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The rings that were on her fingers	R
She laid upon a stane	K
To let him know when he did wake	Q
His love was come and gane	K
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Now when she had her work all dune	K
She went to a bush o' broom	B
That she might hear what he did say	S
When he saw that she was gane	K
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O where were ye my guid grey hound	N
That I paid for sae dear	T
Ye didna waken me frae my sleep	P
When my true love was sae near	T
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I scraped wi' my foot master	U
Till a' my collars rang	V
But still the mair that I did scrape	W
Waken woud ye nane	K
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Where were ye my bony brown steed	N
That I paid for sae dear	T
That ye woudna waken me out o' my sleep	P
When my love was sae near	T
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I patted wi my foot master	U
Till a' my bridles rang	V
But the mair that I did patt	N
Waken woud ye nane	K
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O where were ye my gay goss hawk	X
That I paid for sae dear	T
That ye woudna waken me out o' my sleep	P
When ye saw my love near	T
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I flapped wi my wings master	U
Till a' my bells they rang	V
But still the mair that I did flap	Y
Waken woud ye nane	K
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O where were ye my merry young men	K
That I pay meat and fee	C
That ye woudna waken me out o' my sleep	P
When my love ye did see	C
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Ye'll sleep mair on the night master	U
And wake mair on the day	S
Gae sooner down to Broomfield Hills	G
When ye've sic pranks to play	S
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If I had seen any armed men	K
Come riding over the hill	Z
But I saw but a fair lady	C
Come quietly you until	Z
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O wae mat worth yow my young men	K
That I pay meat and fee	C
That ye woudna waken me frae sleep	P
When ye my love did see	C
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O had I waked when she was nigh	C
And o her got my will	Z
I shoudna cared upon the morn	K
The sma birds o her were fill	Z
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When she went out right bitter she wept	N
But singing came she hame	B
Says I hae been at Broomfield Hills	G
And maid returned again	K

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