Tonalité : G major
Verse 1
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A wager, a wager,
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five hundred pound and ten
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That you'll not go to the Broomfield
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till An na may return again
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And oh, she cried and oh, she sighed
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and oh, she made her moan
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Saying, shall I go to the Broomfield till
or shall I stay at home
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For if I go on to the Brumfield Hill
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And my maidenhead is gone
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But if I chance to stay at home
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Why then I am forsworn
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There's thirteen months all in one year
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As I've heard people say
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But the finest month in all the year
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Is the very merry month of May
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Up there spoke an old witch,
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one as she sat all alone
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Saying, shall go to the
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Broomfield hill,
and I'll you shall return
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For when you get to the
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Broomfield hill,
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you will find your lover's sleep
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With his hawk in his hand
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and his silk satin gown
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and those ribbons all down to his feet
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He'd take the blossom
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from off of the brun
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The blossom that smelled so sweet
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And he'd lay it down all under his head
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And all of the soles of his feet
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There's thirteen months all in one year
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As I've heard people say
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But the finest month in all the year
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Is the very merry month of May
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But when she got to the broom -filled hill
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She found her lover's sleep
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With his hawk in his hand
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and his silk satin gown
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And the brim was all down to his feet
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She's taken the blossom
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from off of the broom
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And the blossom that smelled so sweet
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And the more she lay it round
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And about the sounder he did sleep,
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She stapled the rim from off of her finger,
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And laid it at his right hand,
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For to let him know when he awoke,
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That she had been there
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at his command.
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There's thirteen months all in one year,
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As I've heard people say,
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But the finest month in all the year
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is the very merry month of May
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Oh, where were you, my good Greystein,
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that I have loved so dear?
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Why did you not stand and waken me
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when there was a maiden here?
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Oh, I stand with my feet, master,
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and all my bells I rang,
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But there was nothing could waken you
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till she had been and gone.
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Oh, haste, haste, my good Gracetee,
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for to come where she may be,
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Or all the birds in the broom -field hill
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will eat their fill of thee.
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Oh, you need not break
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your good grace deep
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by racing to her home
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No bird flies faster through the wood
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than she flew through the broom
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There's thirteen months
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all in one year,
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as I've heard people say
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But the finest month in all the year
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Is the very merry month of May
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