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[Verse 1]
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There was a man and he lived in the east
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His trade, it was cutting down brooms, green brooms
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He had a son and his name was John
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And he stayed in bed until noon, 'til noon
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He stayed in bed until noon


[Verse 2]
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So the father arose and up to John goes
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He swore he would burn his room, gay room
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If he didn't rise and sharpen his knives
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And go down to the wood to cut brooms, green brooms
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And go down to the wood to cut brooms


[Verse 3]
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So, Johnny went on down through the green wood
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'Til he came to a castle of fame, fame, fame
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He spied a fair maid and he stood at the gate
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Crying, "Fair maid, do you want any brooms, green brooms?
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Fair maid, do you want any brooms?"


[Verse 4]
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This lady, being up in her window so high
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She spied this young man, so terribly neat
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She said to her maid, "Go down to the gate
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And call in this young man with his brooms, green brooms
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Call in this young man with his brooms"


[Verse 5]
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So, Johnny went into this castle so great
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And entered this lady's room, gay room
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She gave him a chair and she bid him sit down
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Crying, "You're welcome, young man, with your brooms, green brooms
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You're welcome, young man, with your brooms"


[Verse 6]
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They sent for the priest and married they were
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All in this lady's room, gay room
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So boys, will we drink? Or what do you think?
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There is nothing like cutting down brooms, green brooms
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There's nothing like cutting down brooms, green brooms
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There's nothing like cutting down brooms