both of the Newe and Olde;
For a jollie goode Booke whereon to looke,
is better to me than Golde.
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GREEN BROOM
There was an old man lived out in the wood,
His trade was a-cutting of Broom, green Broom;
He had but one son without thrift, without good,
Who lay in his bed till 'twas noon bright noon.
The old man awoke, one morning and spoke,