Текст песни Broomfield Hill - Martin Carthy
Oh,
it's
of
a
lord
in
the
North
Country
He
courted
a
lady
gay
As
they
were
riding
side
by
side
A
wager
she
did
lay
"Oh,
I'll
wager
you
five
hundred
pound
Five
hundred
pound
to
one
That
a
maid
I
will
go
to
the
merry
greenwood
And
a
maid
I
will
return"
So
there
she
sat
in
her
mother's
bower
garden
There
she
made
her
moan
Saying,
"Should
I
go
to
the
Broomfield
Hill
Or
should
I
stay
at
home?"
Then
up
and
spake
this
witch
woman
As
she
sat
on
a
log
Saying,
"You
shall
go
to
the
Broomfield
Hill
And
a
maid
you
shall
come
home"
"Oh,
when
you
get
to
the
Broomfield
Hill
You'll
find
your
love
asleep
With
his
hawk,
his
hound,
and
his
silk
and
satin
gown
And
his
ribbons
hanging
down
to
his
feet"
"And
pick
the
blossom
from
off
the
broom
The
blossom
that
smells
so
sweet
And
lay
some
down
at
the
crown
of
his
head
And
more
at
the
sole
of
his
feet"
So
she's
away
to
the
Broomfield
Hill
And
she's
found
her
love
asleep
With
his
hawk,
his
hound,
and
his
silk
and
satin
gown
And
his
ribbons
hanging
down
to
his
feet
And
she's
picked
a
blossom
from
off
the
broom
The
blossom
that
smells
so
sweet
And
she's
laid
some
down
at
the
crown
of
his
head
And
more
at
the
sole
of
his
feet
And
she's
pulled
off
her
diamond
ring
And
she's
pressed
it
in
his
right
hand
For
to
let
him
know
when
he'd
wakened
from
his
sleep
That
his
love
had
been
there
at
his
command
And
when
he
woke
out
of
his
sleep
And
the
birds
began
to
sing
Saying,
"Awake,
awake,
awake
master
Your
true
love's
been
and
gone"
"Oh,
where
were
you,
me
gay
goshawk?
And
where
were
you,
me
steed?
And
where
were
you,
me
good
greyhound?
Why
did
you
not
waken
me?"
"Oh,
I
clapped
with
my
wings,
master
And
bold
your
bells
I
rang
Cried,
waken,
waken,
waken
master
Before
this
lady
ran"
"And
I
stamped
with
my
foot,
master
Then
I
shook
me
bridled
'til
it
rang
But
nothing
at
all
would
waken
you
'Til
she
had
been
and
gone"
"So
haste
ye,
haste
ye,
me
good
white
steed
To
come
where
she
may
be
Or
at
all
the
birds
of
the
Broomfield
Hill
Shall
eat
their
fill
of
thee"
"Oh,
you
need
not
waste
your
good
white
steed
By
racing
to
her
home
For
no
bird
flies
faster
through
the
wood
Than
she
fled
through
the
broom"
1 High Germany
2 The Trees They Do Grow High
3 Sovay
4 Ye Mariners All
5 The Queen of Hearts
6 Broomfield Hill
7 Springhill Mine Disaster
8 Scarborough Fair
9 Lovely Joan
10 The Barley and the Rye
11 The Wind That Shakes The Barley
12 The Two Magicians
13 The Handsome Cabin Boy
14 And a Begging I Will Go
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