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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.
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I'll wager, I'll wager

THE BROOMFIELD HILL—B

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Herd, Ancient and Modern Scots Songs, 1769, p. 310.

1

I'll wager, I'll wager, I'll wager with you
Five hundred merks and ten,
That a maid shanae go to yon bonny green wood,
And a maiden return agen.’

2

‘I'll wager, I'll wager, I'll wager with you
Five hundred merks and ten,
That a maid shall go to yon bonny green wood,
And a maiden return agen.’

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3

She's pu'd the blooms aff the broom-bush,
And strewd them on's white hass-bane:
‘This is a sign whereby you may know
That a maiden was here, but she's gane.’

4

‘O where was you, my good gray steed,
That I hae loed sae dear?
O why did you not awaken me
When my true love was here?’

5

‘I stamped with my foot, master,
And gard my bridle ring,
But you wadnae waken from your sleep
Till your love was past and gane.’

6

‘Now I may sing as dreary a sang
As the bird sung on the brier,
For my true love is far removd,
And I'll neer see her mair.’