The Broomfield Hill

It was on a lord in the north country

He courted a lady gay

As they were riding side by side

A wager she did lay

"I'll wager you five hundred pound

Five hundred pound to one

That a maid I will go to the bonny green wood

And a maid I will return"

And there she sat in her mother's bower door

And there she made a moan

Saying "Should I go to the Broomfield Hill

Or should I stay at home?"

Then up there spoke this witch woman

As she sat all alone

Saying "You shall go to the Broomfield Hill

And a maid you will return

For when you get to the Broomfield Hill

You'll find your love asleep

With his hawkes 'ound and his silken satin gown

And his ribbons hanging down to his feet

And you'll pick the blossom from off the broom

The blossom that smells so sweet

And you'll lay some down at the crown of his head

And more at the sole of his feet"

And she's away to the Broomfield Hill

And she's found her love asleep

With his hawkes 'ound and his silken satin gown

And his ribbons hanging down to his feet

And she's picked the blossom from off the broom

The blossom that smells so sweet

And she'll lay some down at the crown of his head

And more at the sole of his feet

And she's pulled off her diamond ring

And she's pressed it in his right hand

For to let him know when he wakened from his sleep

That his love had been there at his command

And when he's awaked out of his sleep

And the birds began to sing

Crying "Awaken, awaken, awaken, master

Your true love's been and gone"

"Oh, where were you, my gay goshawk

And where were you, my steed?

And where were you, my good greyhound

Why did you not waken me?"

"Oh, I clapped with my wings, master

And all my bells I rang

Cried 'Awaken, awaken, awaken, master'