The Broomfield Wager
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A wager, a wager, a wager I will lay
Is five hundred guineas to your ten
A maiden you will go to the merry green room
But a maiden you'll never return
A wager I'll wager with you, kind sir
It's five hundred guineas to my ten
That a maiden I will go to the merry green room
And a maiden again I'll return
When that she came to the merry broom field
Her true love lay there fast asleep
With his horse at his head and a knife all in his hand
And his greyhound, it lay there at his feet
It's three times she's walked 'round the crown of his head
And three times she's walked 'round his feet
And three times she's kissed his rosy red lips
As he lay on the ground fast asleep
She's taken from her left hand a golden ring
And placed it all on his right hand
For to be a token when he did awake
That his true love had been there at his command
Where were you, my good greyhound
That once I bought so dear?
Why did you not waken me out of my sleep
When my true love she was here?
Three times I patted with my foot, master
Three times I made my bells to ring
And three times I cried, "Awake, awake, master
For now is the hour and the time"
Sleep more in the night, master
Wake you more in the day
Then you will know when your true love she does come
And when she goes away
I had been awake when my true love was here
And had not gained my will
Then all these wild birds in the merry broom field
This night they should all have had their fill
Her blood should have been their drink for then
Her flesh should have been their meat
Her bones should have been their pillow by night
When they lay them down to sleep
A wager I've wagered with you, kind sir
Your five hundred guineas to my ten
A maiden I have gone to the merry green room
And a maiden I've returned back again