No Father e'er had, so lazy a Lad,
with sleep he his Time did consume,
In Bed where he lay, still every Day,
and would not go cut his green Broom, green Broom,
and would not go cut his green Broom.
The Father was vext, and sorely perplext,
with Passion he entered the Room;
Come Sirrah, he cry'd, I'll liquor your Hide,
if you will not go gather green Broom, green Broom,
if you will not go gather green Broom.