Chris Foster - She's Low Down She's In The Broom

‘Twas on last Easter Monday the day appointed was
For me to go down in the broom to meet me bonnie lass.
How sweet and pleasant was the day I kept her company
And it's low, low down in the broom my true love went with me.

I turned myself around about to see what I could see
There I saw me own true love come wandering down to me
I kindly took her by the hand and gave her kisses three
And it's low, low down in the broom my true love went with me.

I kindly took her by the hand and said “Me own sweetheart,
Since you and I together have met I hope that we never shall part
I hope that we shall never part until the day we die
We'll go again down in the broom and married we will be.”

She said, “young man leave go me hands, for I'm sure it will never be so.
For little does me mother think nor yet me father know.
It often does run in their minds what will become of me
For they little know that I'm in the broom a-talking along with the.”

I put me arm around her waist and gently laid her down.
These were the words she said to me as she lay in the broom:
“Do what ye will, young man,” she said, “for ‘it's all the same to me
For little does my mother think that I'm in the broom with the.”

“Oh, me father he's a miser, and he will not give me gold.
My mother is a scolding dame and does the house control.
But I will love me bonnie lad until the day I die
And it's low, low down in the broom he'll be waiting there for me.”

Well, I gave me love a parting kiss and homewards u returned.
Told her to remember our meeting in the broom
For what was done and what was said, 'twas all as one to me
And I'll go again down in the broom and so merrily we will be.