There was an old man, and he lived in a wood;

a
There was an old man, and he lived in a wood;
And his lazy son Jack would snooze till noon:
Nor followed his trade although it was good,
With a bill and a stump for making brooms, green brooms;
With a bill and a stump for making of brooms.

b
One morn in a passion, and sore with vexation,
He swore he would fire the room,
If he did not get up and go to his work,
And fall to the cutting of brooms, green brooms,
And fall to the cutting of brooms.

c
Then Jack he arose and slipped on his clothes,
And away to the woods very soon,
Where he made up his pack, and put it on his back,
Crying, Maids, do you want any brooms? green brooms?
Crying, Maids, do you want any brooms?