I have a good Trade, more Goods must be made,
to furnish young Lasses and Grooms,
Wherefore I shall lack a Prentice, quoth Jack,
I'll teach him the making of Brooms, green Brooms,
I'll teach him the making of Brooms.
A Song, the Words and Tune by Mr. Witt Green.
NEVER sigh, but think of kissing,