There was a man and he lived in the east   His trade, it was cutting down brooms, green brooms   He had a son and his name was John   And he stayed in bed until noon, 'til noon   He stayed in bed until noon      So the father arose and up to John goes   He swore he would burn his room, gay room   If he didn't rise and sharpen his knives   And go down to the wood to cut brooms, green brooms   And go down to the wood to cut brooms      So Johnny went on down through the green wood   'Til he came to a castle of fame, fame, fame   He spied a fair maid and he stood at the gate   Crying, "Fair maid, do you want any brooms, green brooms?   Fair maid, do you want any brooms?"      This lady, being up in her window so high   She spied this young man so terribly neat   She said to her maid, "Go down to the gate   And call in this young man with his brooms, green brooms   Call in this young man with his brooms"      So Johnny went into this castle so great   And entered this lady's room, gay room   She gave him a chair and she bid him sit down   Crying, "You're welcome, young man,    with your brooms, green brooms   You're welcome, young man, with your brooms"      They sent for the priest and married they were   All in this lady's room, gay room   So boys, will we drink? Or what do you think?   There is nothing like cutting down brooms, green brooms   There's nothing like cutting down brooms, green brooms   There's nothing like cutting down brooms