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John Kirkpatrick sings Bow Down to the Bonny Broom
There was a knight riding from the West,
Bow down to the bonny broom,
What he loved most, what he loved the best,
Bonny lass, once and twice and three times round full soon.

O many a mile did he ride along
Till he came to a door that was wide and strong.

He sat him down all upon a stone
Till he saw three sisters coming home.

He knock-ed loud on the sisters' gate,
He knock-ed long and he knock-ed late.

The youngest sister drew back the pin,
All in a passion he came riding in.

“O answer me these questions three
Or surely you shall lie with me.

“And answer me three more questions still
Or surely you shall give me my will.

“And answer me these questions nine
Or surely you shall be mine, all mine.

“And answer not my three times three
In a thousand pieces I will tear thee.

“O what is louder than a horn?
And what is sharper than a thorn?

“And what is whiter than the milk?
And what is softer than the silk?

“O what is colder than the clay?
And what is broader than the way?

“O what is higher than a tree?
And what is deeper than the sea?

“And what is worse than a woman's tongue?
O answer me, as I'm my father's son!”

“O thunder's louder than the horn
And hunger's sharper than a thorn.

“And snow is whiter than the milk
And down is softer than the silk.

“And death is colder than the clay
And love is broader than the way.

“And heaven is higher than a tree
And hell is deeper than the sea.

“And the devil is worse than a woman's tongue
And you Sir Knight you are the devil's father's son.”

And when he heard her name his name,
O he rose up in a fire of flame.

He clapped his wings and aloud did cry,
In a flame of fire away did fly.

Pete Coe sings Juniper, Gentle and Rosemary
There were three sisters fair and bright,
Juniper, gentle and rosemary,
And they three loved one valiant knight,
As the dew flies over the mulberry tree.

And the eldest sister let him in,
And she barred the door with a silver pin.

And the middle sister made the bed,
And laid soft pillows beneath his head.

But the youngest sister that same night
She resolved to wed with that valiant knight.

“Oh it's you must answer my questions three,
And then, fair maid, we can married be.

“Oh, what is louder than the horn?
And what is sharper than any thorn?”

“Oh, rumour is louder than the horn,
And hunger is sharper than any thorn.”

“And what is greener than the grass?
And what is smoother than the glass?”

“Oh, envy is greener than the grass,
And flatter is smoother than the glass.”

“And what is keener than the axe?
And what is softer than melting wax?”

“Oh, revenge is keener than the axe,
And love is softer than melting wax.”

“Now you have answered my questions three,
And now, fair maid, we can married be.”

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