Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 1 of 8 from 1860 edition

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" For if I gang to the Broomfield hill,
My maidenhead is gone;                                   w
And if I chance to stay at hame, My love will ca' me mansworn."
Up then spake a witch woman, Aye from the room aboon; " 0, ye may gang to Broomfield hill,                     is
And yet come maiden hame.
" For when ye come to the Broomfield hill, Ye'll find your love asleep, With a silver belt about his head,
And a broom-cow at his feet.                            20
" Take ye the blossom of the broom, The blossom it smells sweet, And strew it at your true love's head, And likewise at his feet.
" Take ye the rings off your fingers,                      as
Put them on his right hand, To let him know, when he doth awake, His love was at his command."
She pu'd the broom flower on Hive-hill,
And strew'd on's white hals bane,                   30
And that was to be wittering true, That maiden she had gane.

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