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If you want a besom for to sweep your house
Come to see me lassies, you shall have your choice
Buy broom besoms, buy them when they're new
Fine heather bred uns, better never grew
Besoms for a penny, rangers for a plack
If you will not buy, I'll tie them on my back
If I had a horse, I would have a cart
If I had a wife, she would take my part
Had I but a wife, I care not who she be
If she be a woman, that's enough for me
If that she be bonnie, then I'll think it right
If that she be ugly, what's the odds at night
If she liked a droppie, her and I'd agree
If she didn't like it, there's the more for me
If that she be fruitful, then I'd think it fair
If that she be barren, less will be my care
If that she be young, how happy I will be
If that she be old, the quicker she will die