Low Down in the Broom

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Suggested filk, replace "the broom" with "the reeds".

1. It was last Monday morning, the day appointed was For me to go down to the broom to meet my own true love So bright and pleasant was the day he bore my company And it's low down in the broom, waiting in the broom for me

2. I looked over my left shoulder to see what I could see And there I spied my own true love come running down to me His heart so brisk and bonny to bear my company And it's low down in the broom, waiting in the broom for me

3. I took hold of his hand and gaily sang my heart And now that we're together I know we never shall part Oh no, my love no never, such a thing could never be And it's low down in the broom, waiting in the broom for me