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Broomfield Hill

アーティスト:Martin Carthy 

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Oh it's of a lord in the north country, He courted a lady gay. As they were riding side by side, A wager she did lay. "Oh I'll wager you five hundred pound, Five hundred pound to one, That a maid I will go to the merry greenwood, And a maid I will return." So there she sat in her mother's bower garden, There she made her moan, Saying, "Should I go to the Broomfield Hill, Or should I stay at home?" Then up and spake this witch woman, As she sat on a log, Saying, "You shall go to the Broomfield Hill, And a maid you shall come home." "Oh when you get to the Broomfield Hill, You'll find your love asleep. With his hawk, his hound, and his silk and satin gown, And his ribbons hanging down to his feet." "And pick the blossom from off the broom, The blossom that smells so sweet. And lay some down at the crown of his head, And more at the sole of his feet." So she's away to the Broomfield Hill And she's found her love asleep. With his hawk, his hound, and his silk and satin gown, And his ribbons hanging down to his feet. And she's picked a blossom from off the broom, The blossom that smells so sweet. And she's laid some down at the crown of his head And more at the sole of his


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