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The Broomfield Wager - Jo Freya
A wager a wager with you my pretty maid
Here's five hundred pound to your ten
That a maid you shall go to yon merry green broom
But a maid you shall no more return
A wager a wager with you kind sir
With your five hundred pound to my ten
That a maid I will go to yon merry green broom
And a maid I will boldly return
Now when that she came
To this merry green broom
Found her true love was fast in a sleep
With a fine finished rose
And a new suit of clothes
And a bunch of green broom at his feet
Then three time she went
From the crown of his head
And three times from the sole of his feet
And three times she kissed his red rosy cheeks
As he lay fast in a sleep
Then she took a gold ring from off of her hand
And put that on his right thumb
And that was to let her true love to know
That she had been there and was gone
As soon as he awoke from his drowsy sleep
He found his true love had been there and gone
It was then he remembered upon the cost
When he thought of the wager that he'd lost
Three times he called for his horse and his man
The horse he'd once bought so dear
Saying Why didn't you wake me out of my sleep
When my lady my true love was here
Three times did I call to you master
And three times did I blow my horn
But out of your sleep I couldn't you awake
Till your lady your true love was gone
Had I been awake when my true love was here
Of her I would have my will
If not the pretty birds in this merry green broom
With her blood they should have all had their fill
