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Contains some scenes of a sexual nature

Broom Besoms [B]


Young and souple was I, when I lap the dyke; Now I'm auld and frail, I douna step a syke. Buy broom besoms! Wha will buy them now; Fine heather ringers, better never grew. Young and souple was I, when at Lautherslack, Now I'm auld and frail, and lie at Nansie's back. Buy broom besoms! Wha will buy them now; Fine heather ringers, better never grew. Had she gien me butter, when she gae me bread, I wad looked baulder, wi' my beld head. 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

The alternate verses of this song continue the overt phallic symbolism of the previous version, but this time do so from the perspective of a man who still has the desire but not the ability to function as he once did.

Ralph McLean

Themes for this poem

marriage age

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