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Broom Besoms [A]

A poem by Robert Burns.

â’¼ CONTAINS SOME SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE

I maun hae a wife, whatsoe'er she be;
An she be a woman, that's enough for me.

Buy broom besoms! Wha will buy them now;
Fine heather ringers, better never grew.

If that she be bony, I shall think her right:
If that she be ugly, where's the odds at night?

Buy broom besoms! Wha will buy them now;
Fine heather ringers, better never grew.

O, an she be young, how happy shall I be!
If that she be auld, the sooner she will die.

Buy broom besoms! Wha will buy them now;
Fine heather ringers, better never grew.

If that she be fruitfu', O! what joy is there!
If she should be barren, less will be my care.

Buy broom besoms! Wha will buy them now;
Fine heather ringers, better never grew.

If she like a drappie, she and I'll agree;
If she dinna like it, there's the mair for me.

Buy broom besoms! Wha will buy them now;
Fine heather ringers, better never grew.

Be she green or gray; be she black or fair;
Let her be a woman, I shall seek nae mair.

Buy broom besoms! Wha will buy them now;
Fine heather ringers, better never grew.

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