Johnson's Museum, No 461.
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It's whispered in parlour, it's whispered in ha,
The broom blooms bonie, the broom blooms fair
Lady Marget's wi child amang our ladies a'.
And she dare na gae down to the broom nae mair
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One lady whisperd unto another
Lady Marget's wi child to Sir Richard, her brother.
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'O when that you hear my loud loud cry,
Then bend your bow and let your arrows fly.
For I dare na,' etc.
D.
Notes and Queries, 1st Series, V, 345, communicated by E. F. Rimbault.
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Ae king's dochter said to anither,
Broom blooms bonnie an grows sae fair
We'll gae ride like sister and brither.
But we'll never gae down to the broom nae mair
[A]. b.