A wager with you my pretty fair maid

Five hundred pounds to your ten

A maid you will go to the merry green broom

And a maid you'll no longer return-o


A wager, a wager with you kind sir

Five hundred pounds to my ten

A maid I will go to the merry green broom

And a maid I will boldly return-o


The maiden she sat in her bower alone

She is in torment and strife

If I don't go to the Broomfield this night

My love he won't make me his wife-o


So up and she goes on her good white steed

Away for her young man to meet

She found him lain there and all fast asleep

With a blood red rose at his feet-o


She's kissed him twice on cheek and on chin

Then over his body did lean

There she did place five rings on his chest

Just so he would know she had been-o


Then off through the woods the young maid did go

Just when her love did arise

He saw the five rings laid there on his chest

On his face was nought but surprise-o


A wager with you my pretty fair maid

Five hundred pounds to your ten

A maid you will go to the merry green broom

And a maid you'll no longer return-o


A wager, a wager with you kind sir

Five hundred pounds to my ten

A maid I will go to the merry green broom

And a maid I will boldly return-o