| 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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| And a maid I will boldly return-o |