A wager with you my pretty fair maid
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Five hundred pounds to your ten
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A maid you will go to the merry green broom
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And a maid you¡¯ll no longer return-o
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A wager, a wager with you kind sir
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Five hundred pounds to my ten
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A maid I will go to the merry green broom
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And a maid I will boldly return-o
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The maiden she sat in her bower alone
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She is in torment and strife
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If I don¡¯t go to the Broomfield this night
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My love he won¡¯t make me his wife-o
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So up and she goes on her good white steed
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Away for her young man to meet
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She found him lain there and all fast asleep
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With a blood red rose at his feet-o
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She¡¯s kissed him twice on cheek and on chin
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Then over his body did lean
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There she did place five rings on his chest
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Just so he would know she had been-o
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Then off through the woods the young maid did go
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Just when her love did arise
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He saw the five rings laid there on his chest
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On his face was nought but surprise-o
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A wager with you my pretty fair maid
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Five hundred pounds to your ten
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A maid you will go to the merry green broom
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And a maid you¡¯ll no longer return-o
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A wager, a wager with you kind sir
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Five hundred pounds to my ten
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A maid I will go to the merry green broom
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Merry Green Broom
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| Kate Rusby |
