It's whispered in the kitchen, it's whispered in the hall
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
The king's daughter goes with child, among ladies all
And they'll never go down to the broom anymore

It's whispered by the ladies one unto the other
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
"The king's daughter goes with child, to her own brother"
And they'll never go down to the broom anymore

He's ta'en his sister down to his father's deer park
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
With his yew-tree bow and arrow slung fast across his back
And they'll never go down to the broom anymore

Now when that you hear me give a loud cry
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
Shoot from thy blow an arrow, and there let me lie
And they'll never go down to the broom anymore

And when he has heard her give a loud cry
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
A silver arrow from his bow he suddenly let fly
And they'll never go down to the broom anymore

He has made a grave both long and deep
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
He has buried his sister with their babe all at her feet

And when he came to his father's hall
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
There was music and dancing and minstrels and all

The ladies asked him, "what makes thee in such pain?"
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
"I've lost a sheath and knife, I will never find again"

"There are ships of your father's a-sailing on the sea
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
Can bring as good a sheath and knife unto thee"

"All the ships of my father's a-sailing on the sea
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
Can never bring such a sheath and knife to me

"And when he has heard her give a loud cry
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
A silver arrow from his bow he suddenly let fly
And they'll never go down to the broom anymore

He has made a grave both long and deep
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
He has buried his sister with their babe all at her feet
And they'll never go down to the broom anymore

And when he came to his father's hall
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
There was music and dancing and minstrels and all
And they'll never go down to the broom anymore

The ladies asked him, "what makes thee in such pain?"
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
"I've lost a sheath and knife, I will never find again"
And they'll never go down to the broom anymore

"There are ships of your father's a-sailing on the sea
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
Can bring as good a sheath and knife unto thee"
And they'll never go down to the broom anymore

"All the ships of my father's a-sailing on the sea
The broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair
Can never bring such a sheath and knife to me"
And they'll never go down to the broom anymore