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Contains some scenes of a sexual nature

Broom Besoms [A]


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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Alex Norton

About this work

This is a poem by Robert Burns. It is read here by Alex Norton.

More about this poem

It is unlikely that Burns originally wrote these couplets, instead they are more likely to have been traditional pieces which he collected.

The buying of brooms was a common Scottish metaphor for female sexual adventures.

Ralph McLean

Themes for this poem

marriage man woman

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