And I'll wait another year O he roaring of the sea: Whilst my pretty lad is young And is growing. In a garden as I walked, I heard them laugh and call; There were four-and-twenty playing there, They played with bat and ball; I must wait awhile, must wait, And then his bride will be: O my pretty lad is young And is growing. I listened in the garden, I looked o'er the wall; Amidst five-and-twenty gallants there, My love exceeded all. The Trees they are so High s' O the snow, the snowflakes fall, O and I am chill and freeze: But my pretty lad is young And is growing. I'll cut my yellow hair, I'll cut it close my brow, I'll go unto the high college And none shall know me so; O the clouds are driving by And they shake the leafy trees: But my pretty lad is young And is growing. To the college I did go, I cut my yellow hair; To be with him in sun and shower, His sports and studies share. O the taller that he grew The sweeter still grew he: O my pretty lad is young And is growing. As it fell upon a day, A bright and summer day, We went into the green green wood To frolic and to play, O and what did there befall I tell not unto thee: But my pretty lad so young, Was still growing. At thirteen he married was, A father at fourteen, At fifteen his face was white as milk, And then his grave was green; And the daisies were outspread, And buttercups of gold O'er my pretty lad so young, Now ceased growing. I'll make my pretty love A shroud of holland fine, And all the time Im making it My tears run down the twine; And as the bell doth knell I shiver as one cold, And weep o'er my pretty lad Now done growing. GREEN BROOM |There was an old man lived out in the wood, His trade was a-cutting of broom, green broom; He had but one son, without thrift, without good, Who lay in his bed till 'twas noon, bright noon. The old man awoke, one morning, and spoke, He swore he would fire the room, that room, If his John would not rise, and opet his eyes, And away to the wood to cut broom, green broom. So Johnny arose, and he slipped on his clothes, And away to the wood to cut broom, green broom; He sharpened his knives, for once he contrives To cut a great bundle of broom, green broom. When Johnny passed under a lady's fine house, Passed under a lady's fine room, fine room, She call'd to her maid, "Go fetch me,'' she said, "Go fetch me the boy that sells broom, green broom." When Johnny came into the lady's fine house, And stood in the lady's fine room, fine room;