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( 4 ) She's low down, ſhe's in the broom, waiting for me; Waiting for me, my dear, waiting for me; She's low down, ſhe's in the broom, where merry ſhall we be.

Now Jenny ſhe's gane down the broom and it's to meet wi' Pare; But what they ſaid, & what they did, we ſhortly ſhall repeat: Blyth and merry was her heart, and ſweetly then ſung ſhe, He's low down and in the broom, waiting for me. Waiting on me, &c.

She looked o'er her left ſhoulder, to ſee what ſhe could fee, And there the ſpy'd her own true love come linking o'er the lee; With his little bonnet on his head, his plaid above his knee; And he's coming ſkipping o'er the for to meet with me, (broom, for to meet with me, &c.

He took his true love in his arms, ſae merry was his heart, And ſaid, my life, my lovely jewel, my dear, we'll never part;