The Jovial Broome-Man
(The tale of a much-travelled man, and how he came to be laid low)
Room for a Lad that’s come from seas,
Hey, Jolly Broom-Man
That gladly now would take his ease,
And therefore make me room, man.
France, the Netherlands, and Spain,
Hey, Jolly Broom-Man,
I’ve crossed the seas and back again,
And therefore make me room, man.
Yet in these countries there liv’d I,
Hey, Jolly Broom-Man
And valiant soldiers I’ve seen die,
And therefore make me room, man.
A hundred gallants there I kill’d,
Hey, Jolly Broom-Man,
And besides, a world of blood I spill’d
And therefore make me room, man.
In Germanie I took a Towne,
Hey, Jolly Broom-Man
And threw the walls there upside-down,
And therefore make me room, man.
At Tilbury Camp with Captain Drake,
Hey, Jolly Broom-Man,
I made the Spanish Fleet to quake
And therefore make me room, man.
At Holland’s Leaguer there I fought,
Hey, Jolly Broom-Man
But there the service prov’d too hot,
And therefore make me room, man.
Then from the League returned I,
Hey, Jolly Broom-Man,
Naked, hungry, cold and dry,
And therefore make me room, man.
When I was drinking at the Cat’s Perch Inn,
Hey, Jolly Broom-Man
I was set upon by Gardiner’s Men,
And therefore make me room, man.
Then to make the matter worse,
Hey, Jolly Broom-Man,
They threw me down and stole my purse
And therefore make me room, man.
Now have I compass’d the Globe,
Hey, Jolly Broom-Man
And I’m return’d as poor as Job,
And therefore make me room, man.
And now I’m safe returned here,
Hey, Jolly Broom-Man,
Here’s to you with a cup of English beer,
And therefore make me room, man.