Johnson's Museum, No 461.
| 1 |
It's whispered in parlour, it's whispered in ha,
The broom blooms bonie, the broom blooms fair
Lady Marget's wi child amang our ladies a'.
And she dare na gae down to the broom nae mair |
| 2 |
One day whisperd unto another
The broom blooms bonie, the broom blooms fair
Lady Marget's wi child to Sir Richard, her brother.
And she dare na gae down to the broom nae mair
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| 3 |
'O when that you hear my loud loud cry,
The broom blooms bonie, the broom blooms fair
Then bend your bow and let your arrows fly.
And I dare na gae down to the broom nae mair |
