Who lay in his bed till 'twas noon, bright noon.
The old man awoke, one morning, and spoke,
He swore he would fire the room, that room,
If his John would not rise, and opet his eyes,
And away to the wood to cut broom, green broom.
So Johnny arose, and he slipped on his clothes,
And away to the wood to cut broom, green
broom;
He sharpened his knives, for once he contrives
To cut a great bundle of broom, green broom.