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 Doubting, fearing, while his course he's steering ,

Cottages appearing, as he's nigh to drop;

O! how briskly then the way-worn traveller

Treads the maizes t'ward the mountain's top.

Though so melancholy day has pass'd by,

'Twould be folly now to think on't more;

Blythe and jolly he the cag holds fast by,

As he's sitting at the goat-herd's door:

Eating, quaffing—at past labours laughing—

Better far, by half, in spirits than before

O! how merrily the rested traveller

Seems, while sitting at the goat-herd's door.





Teuchland I come, with my light wares all laden,

To dear, happy England, in summer's gay bloom;

Then listen, fair lady and young pretty maiden,

Oh buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom !

Buy a broom! buy a broom!

Buy a broom! buy a broom!

O buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!

To brush away insects that sometimes annoy you;

You'll find it quite handy to use night and day,

And what better exercise, pray, can employ you,

Than to sweep all vexatious intruders away.

Buy a broom! buy a broom!

Buy a broom! buy a broom!

O boy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!