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Ballad of Green Broom by Benjamin Britten sung at a Nottingham choir course in 1977
An class="view_more">Sung by us at a singing course in Nottingham in 1977
Broom, broom
There was An Old MAn lived out in the wood,
And his trade was a-cutting of broom, green broom,
He had but one son without thought without good
Who lay in his bed till 't was noon, ... moreAn>An class="view_more" style="display:none;">Sung by us at a singing course in Nottingham in 1977
Broom, broom
There was An Old MAn lived out in the wood,
And his trade was a-cutting of broom, green broom,
He had but one son without thought without good
Who lay in his bed till 't was 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 wood to cut broom, green broom.
So Johnny arose And slipp'd on his clothes
And away to the wood to cut broom, green broom,
He sharpen'd his knives, And for once he contrives
To cut a great bundle of broom, green broom.
When Johnny pass'd under a Lady's fine house,
Pass'd under a Lady's fine room, fine room,
She call'd to her maid: "Go fetch me," she said,
"Go fetch me the boy that sells broom, green broom!"
When Johnny came 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 ... lessAn>
