From Deutschland I come with my light wares all laden, To dear happy England in summer's gay bloom; Then listen, fair lady young pretty maiden, Come buy of the wand'ring Bavarian a broom. Buy a broom! Oh, buy of the wand'ring Bavarian a broom. There's one for the pretty lady, and one for little baby, and one for the parlour, and one for the hall, here are brooms for the cottage and brooms for the mansion, and here you will find one for each and for all. Buy a broom! Come, buy ye, pretty lady, come buy ye a broom. When winter draws nigh, for my own land departing, my toil for your favours again I'll resume, and while gratitude's tear in my eyelid is starting, bless the time that in England I cried, Bye a broom! Buy a broom! come, buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!